Georgia reached for her glass of water again, lifting it with calm hands, her smile never wavering. She turned her head toward Mrs. Hill, eyes gleaming with the kind of politeness that masked sharp edges.
"Aren't you going to welcome your son-in-law back?" she asked smoothly.
Mrs. Hill turned stiffly to Andrew, clearly caught off guard. Her lips tightened for a brief second before curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
"Andrew, how was your trip?" she asked, her voice suddenly all warmth and charm.
Andrew nodded, trying to ease some of the tension that hovered thickly above the table. "Productive. Busy. I'm glad to be back, though."
Georgia leaned slightly toward Sylvester, who sat on the other end of the table, his body angled away from her. Her voice dropped to a low
