Blue blazer. Sit near the window. Don’t mention the chair. Let her apologize first. If she offers to buy you a refill, say yes. Ask what she does for work. Smile. Keep it light.
The timestamp was minutes before I spilled coffee on him.
Miranda stepped forward, jaw tight. “Amelia, enough. Don’t make a scene. We’ll talk after.”
I stood tall. “You wanted security, but you treated me like a solution, not a partner to your son. You used my life as leverage. You didn’t want a daughter-in-law. You wanted a safety net with a pulse.”
