2 weeks later, Mrs. Whitaker held a dinner party at the family's old estate.
The guests were all business associates or longtime friends of the Whitaker family.
Heidi, dressed in a white designer gown, sat at the piano and played a song. When it ended, the room erupted in applause.
She'd been raised to become the future lady of the Whitaker family and had mastered the piano, wine tasting, flower arranging, and everything else expected of her. Mrs. Whitaker smiled, took Heidi's hand, and praised her several times.
I sat beside Gideon, peeling a grape.
Heidi suddenly looked at me.
"As Gideon's wife, Bridget can't possibly spend all her time eating, playing, pouting, and clinging to him, can she?"
I nodded solemnly, then turned to Gideon.
"Ms. Fletcher is right. But my husband likes i
