Chapter 90

I put my hand on my mother's shoulder. I didn't want her to concede to Aunt Dahlia's low tricks. "Aunt Dahlia, if you couldn't afford a bigger room, you could've just told me." I glanced at her platinum necklace, smirking. "Most hosts book bigger rooms to be on the safer side. But you're a thrifty woman, Aunt Dahlia. You've booked a table for ten to save some money." "No, that's not…" Aunt Dahlia protested immediately. I waved my hand, interrupting her, "Of course, I know you didn't mean it. You just couldn't afford it. That's all. "Never mind. I'll just book a bigger room. We pay your family quite a bit in dividends every year, so how could we not afford a bigger room?" I ignored the death glares from Uncle Archie and his family, twisting the knife in deeper. "Uncle Archie isn't quite up to par either. He doesn't even make enough for you to spend, so no wonder you envy my mother's blissful life so much. "Watch Dad closely, Mom. We don't know what other ideas Aunt