Hestia could never understand how two people so starkly different as Odette and Evan could be related. Odette was sweet and charming, and she always made it a point to greet Hestia in some form or fashion. Hestia could never reciprocate the greeting in front of Evan, but she usually found some way to offer the young girl a smile or a wink whenever his back was turned. This morning she only looked out of the corner of her eye before returning her gaze to the hems of the dress she was forced to wear.
She was foolish to think that this morning would have been quiet; far too many peaceful days had passed by in recent weeks - it was time for him to explode on her. So, she really shouldn't have been surprised when he pulled a face and spat the food into his napkin and claiming his food was cold.
Hestia hated how she was his scapegoat for every little thing that went wrong in his life. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Lash out at Jones. The floor was too hard this morning? Give her a swift kick. This morning it was his food being too cold.
Looking at his plate, Hestia knew for a fact that the food was not cold. She could still see steam rising from most of it. The Hestia of five years ago would have stood behind him as he complained then shoved his face into the plate of food and screamed How cold is it now?! Unfortunately, that was not how it could happen. She had to remain detached, even if he ordered her to lick his boots.
She had to be careful with what to do next. Anything she offered to do for him could result terribly. Stepping forward, she quietly asked, "Shall I prepare a fresh meal, sir?" Every word was uttered without any emotion. It was literally killing her to bow down to him like this, and he knew it. She knew that much. She would not give him the pleasure of riling her up and giving her a worse punishment than what was already planned for her.