"Aren't you a little dressed up for a family dinner?"
George asked as she sat down next to him.
She shot back with a smirk, "Maybe I should be giving fashion advice to your son instead? All I see is a sea of suits - it's like he's trying to audition for a job at a funeral home."
She's gotta be the third wife - she looks way too young to be married to George. Was she in love with him or his bank account?
"Whatever." She said, tossing a dismissive glance at George before turning to Carlton, who was seated with me on the other side of the table. "Carlton, don't you want to say hi? You're making me look like an evil stepmother." He smiled, but it was fake - it didn't reach his eyes, and his body language was tense.
"Samantha, meet Laura Williams, my father's wife," Carlton said, his tone
