My mom called me at 2 a.m. and said I could come to my brother’s fiancée’s family dinner only if I kept my mouth shut. She warned me her father was a decorated colonel. Bu

a long mahogany table, white taper candles, crystal glasses, ivory plates edged in gold. It was the kind of room where every object seemed expensive enough to make honesty feel rude.

My mother’s smile twitched.

Ethan looked back and forth between me and Colonel Whitaker, confusion tightening his face. Cassandra’s hand gripped his sleeve.

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