"Mrs. Jones, a car was just let through the gates," Rita announces.
"Make sure everything is ready, and we'll enter the garden in a few minutes." Rita nods to my mom and then goes towards the kitchen.
"You're trying to set me up." My voice is quiet because I don't want to make her angry.
"You should be thanking me. The Rinehearts are a prominent name, and the boy is handsome. Not to mention your father works with his father, so it's in everyone's interest to join our households. Make sure you're on your best behavior."
When have I ever not been on my best behavior? Mom had me learning fork placement and proper seating etiquette as a child. I bite my tongue to not say anything because Dad is the one weapon she knows she can use against me. I have to think about how to approach this situ
