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I’eantry of what should be a silance around at the Blackwoods, I can tell this is a regular Tuesday in their home

Helena places her napkin on her lap, then glances at her son “So, Declan… how did you think the boardwent?”

Declan fills his mother in on the details I’d heard over the past two days I have no clue if she’s actively involved in hotel operations or is justas she offers well-placed reement as he talks

His father see on his soup and inter his phone I try to enjoyso close to his sister in silence

So I , “Marissa… do you ithin the Blackwood company as well?”

Shooting lance, she snaps, “Of course I do”

I don’t have time to be shocked by her dismissal of my attempt at coe to ratify et proposals for next year?”

Declan stares stonily at his sister While he was engaged in conversation with his mother, there’s no doubt by his expression he’s not happy about her question

“Could you possibly be any uest in our home?” Declan asks It takes me a second to understand his question

Then it hits ht to do with her question, but rather because of the way she so rudely brushed me off

I fight the urge to shrink in my chair as conversations cease All eyes are on Marissa, which puts me in the crosshairs since I’m beside her and my question led us here

Marissa waves a hand dismissively “I answered her question Whatin common with your hired help”

At this point, I struggle not to laugh Because she’s not wrong about that I can tell I have absolutely nothing in common with this snobbish, two-dimensional woman, but it’s comical all the same