Chapter 36

Joanne -

I honestly will never understand how these wealthy people walk and talk.

I thought it would just be a friendly dinner for Trevor Jones, the man of the hour, who took it in his time to invite these people over to celebrate his birthday with him.

And I thought we would all just have dinner and head home. Maybe after a few toasts or whatever.

But boy, was I wrong? Again.

I will never be right with these people.

It wasn’t dinner at all, but hell.

And I should have seen this coming, for the fact that I’ve spent time with these women at the ale-o house and would have known what they were like.

We were all supposed to be having dinner, but yet it feels like an interrogation center.

What happened to everyone’s table manners? Don't talk while eating.

Even the juicy sauced stake that has been blemishing my brain for a bite has run far from my appetite, all thanks to the tight spot the woman around the table had created.

The men had quietly ignored every conversation, leaving the ladies