Chapter Eleven: Thanksgiving Sunday

“Why did he bring her here?” I whispered to Angela, who sat just beside me. “She clearly has no shame.” Thomas cleared out his throat, drawing our attention towards him. Earlier that day, I had called back the chefs and housekeepers to prepare varieties of meals and keep the house in order as it was Thanksgiving Sunday. Since Angela was in town, I had invited her. I needed a confidant because I knew quite well the amount of drama that would unfold, and I wasn't wrong. “I want to especially thank my sister, Beatrice, for coming all the way from Belgium for this Thanksgiving dinner and for all of you who have found time to come. But before we begin eating, I’ll like to say a few things.” Thomas and his many words. "For the past few weeks, I have been neck deep in campaigns and meetings because, as you all know, I'm contesting for the mayor's position, and with the way things are going, I think I actually got this as I do not have a rival that could stand a chance.” Oh, tell me abou