Chloe
I opened the door slowly, and stepped in. My mother-in-law and her circle of well-polished witches were still seated, laughing, eating, and gossiping like royalty. Their daughters-in-law perched beside them like loyal pets.
All eyes flicked to me. My mother-in-law’s sharp gaze zeroed in first.
“Where were you?” she snapped.
I blinked, the lie already forming in my throat, but before I could open my mouth, Fiona’s sharp-tongued spoke first. “She was probably crying again in the restroom, like the last time.”
My mother-in-law rolled her eyes. “You never change, always crying, always looking pitiful, as if we’re mistreating you. Do you want people to start gossiping that you have a terrible in-law family?”
I shook my head. “No, ma’am.”
She tsked. “If you must cry again, do it pr
