Even so, Sylvia insisted on supervising every detail, correcting my posture, criticizing my seasoning, and reminding me, with a sharp smile, that I was only there because of David.
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Every pot had to boil at its exact rhythm, every dish had to be placed according to her diagram, and every one of my mistakes, according to her, confirmed my lowly origins.
David didn’t help even once, even though he knew about my difficult pregnancy, because he preferred to adjust his tie, decant expensive wine, and play the role of the impeccable host.
When the guests began to arrive, the house glowed with golden candles, crystal glasses, and that cold luxury that always made me feel like an intruder.
I had learned to move silently through those spaces, as if my existence had to be useful, discreet, and completely invisible to earn tolerance.
However, the baby was moving strongly that afternoon, pressing against my back and turning every step into a small torment that I could barely hide.
I entered the dining room with the cranberry sauce dish in my hands, smiling out of politeness, while David laughed with his colleague Mark about some important lawsuit.
