“Welcome! We’re so happy you all could join us this evening!” My gaze slid to give my stepmother an incredulous look at her overenthusiastic greeting, because why was she acting like Mrs. Stepford just because we had company? Even a socially inept person could see through this performance.
Currently, I am being forced to play house with my family as we entertain Ryker and his family for the first time. We were all dressed in our best clothes, fake smiles on our faces as we greeted them in our entryway. I’d been told to be on my best behavior and warned if I pulled another disappearing act I’d be punished. So, despite the fact that I’d rather be lying on a bed of hot coals than be forced to act like I liked any of these people, I was at least attempting to act civily. If nothing else, to
