Dinner at the Hawthorne home was proving to be far more exhausting than Lydia had expected.The dining hall was as suffocating as always. Portraits of dead Hawthornes stared down from the walls like they were personally disappointed in everyone still alive, Lydia Valenmoor sat at the right side of her beloved James, She looked like the picture of a gentle and obedient future daughter-in-law.Inside, she was counting enemies.At the head of the table sat the Hawthorne grandmother Annabeth, A woman with a mouth that only seemed to open to criticize someone, insult someone, or remind everyone she was old and therefore always right.To the left was his mother, who Lydia fondly called Aunt Margret. She believed everyone was beneath the Hawthorne name except herself, and made sure people knew it in every single sentence she spoke.Further down was Andrew Hawthorne, James’s cousin, who was arrogant and loud. He was always looking for someone weaker to mock so he could feel important for fi
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