I'm Done Being Ignored at His Table

During the holidays, my boyfriend, Felix Zimmerman, insists on bringing his female best friend, Cassidy Crowther, home for dinner.

Everyone keeps fussing over Cassidy. Even Felix's mother, Helen Danes, takes Cassidy's hand and asks her about her life. Her eyes are already crinkling from how wide her smile has become.

But when Helen notices me being ignored by everyone else, she's quick to frown at me.

"Sienna, if you have nothing to do, you might as well help out in the kitchen."

At the dining table, Felix keeps placing food on Cassidy's plate.

When I mutter to Felix to help grab me a piece of crab due to how far the crabs are from me, he goes impatient immediately. Heck, he doesn't even bother glancing at me.

"Can't you see that I'm busy? You can go get it yourself!"

Left without a choice, I can only rise to my feet.

But Felix's dad, Andrew Zimmerman, quickly stops me when he spots me reaching for the plate of crabs.

"The act of peeling crabs is very unlady-like, Sienna. That's why you shouldn't have any."

I'm pissed, to say the least. So, I dig out my phone and upload a post on my social media feed.

"Does anyone want to invite me to their family dinner tonight?"

Numerous text messages blast up my phone the next moment. Countless scions from various wealthy and influential families in Hillsbury quickly leave comments on my post.

"Ms. Winslow, may I have the honor of inviting you to dinner with me?"

"My home works too! My parents keep telling me that they haven't seen you in such a long time!"

Notification chimes sounded from my phone.

Felix Zimmerman couldn't help shooting me a look, frowning as he chided, "Didn't I tell you my parents hate it when we're distracted at the dining table? Why are you still on your phone?"

I stood up to grab my bag and leave. "Your parents have nothing against anyone using their phones at the dining table—they just don't like it when I do it."

As I spoke, I pursed my lips at Cassidy Crowther, who perched beside him. "Her eyes have been glued to her phone screen since she sat down, but I don't see any of you coming for her. You even gave her helpings of the food!"

Felix followed my gaze. Cassidy's phone screen was still lit up. It was obvious she hadn't heard her name being mentioned, for she hadn't locked her phone screen.

Felix grimaced, rendered speechless by my accusation.

His father, Andrew Zimmerman, interjected in hopes of doing damage control, "You've got it all wrong. We've told Felix the same thing while he was growing up. It's nothing personal.

"We only want you to mind your manners because we see you as family. Cassidy's a guest, and we're in no position to criticize her."

I maintained my smile. "Oh, stop spewing nonsense, Andrew. Helen and Cassidy are women, yet you didn't stop them from eating