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Sunday rolled around, which meant family brunch at the Davis mansion. Since I was now officially with one of the Davis twins, I was expected to regularly attend these not-so-blessed events. I had blown through the gamut of excuses for not going and was now coming up dry as a bone in the Sahara. I couldn't even use work as a valid reason because Sam knew it was one of my usual days off and would gallantly offer to arrange for help if we found ourselves unexpectedly short-staffed.
I felt backed into a corner and didn't see any viable option other than to go. Seth's family made me nervous. Their ostentatious wealth and the incredibly privileged lives they led put them at a completely different level than I had ever even encountered. The idea of sitting at their opulent table trying to ma
