Dinner time is meant to be family time. For my family, it was and has always been the best time, and even after my father died, we didn’t stop that. Anytime we were at home we would prepare a good meal, our favorite meal, my mom mostly made chicken or turkey, and then we enjoy the meal while catching up. It is always the one time that we don’t get to worry about life or any current problems.
This is the total opposite of that.
Tobias had a private chef come in and prepare the meal because he didn’t want me getting in the kitchen, which I was quite okay with, I hate cooking, and being married to a billionaire just gave me a free ticket to never cooking.
The food is good, like really good, but the company at our dinner table is the problem. She keeps throwing daggers in my direction and
