I grabbed one of the sandwiches from the tray, I could almost taste the hate even without looking. Just as I was about to take a bite, Claudia—the blonde woman who had been glued to her husband’s side all morning—turned toward me with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
"So," she began, her voice a little too sweet, "how long have you been married to Lucas?"
I paused, sandwich halfway to my mouth, and glanced around the table. Every one of the women, except for Elizabeth who was too busy picking tomatoes out of her sandwich, was looking at me expectantly. Their gazes felt heavy, and I could sense that this question wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.
From what I had gathered so far, the other women clearly feared and, dare I say, respected Elizabeth. Maybe it had something to do with
