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wife, who was dragging her eyes up and down my body.
    “Nadine, how’ve you been?” I was being polite, but every muscle in my body tensed as the words left my lips. I hated this bitch. Nadine Langley was the most superficial, fake, boring, gold digger you could ever meet. Her long, golden hair, designer clothes and so much make up, she could have been repainting the house with it, was simply masking her ugly personality. This women was Satan.
    She gave me a smile that was as fake as her oversized boobs. “Oh, you know how it is. Busy. If I’m not running the house, I’m running errands.”
    I gave her a confused look. “You have a maid. What running do you have to do exactly?”
    She put on her best giggle and grinned. “Well, I supervise. Janine can’t get it right all the time, and if I don’t point out where she can improve, the poor girl will always be mediocre. I’m investing in her future, and she’ll thank me for it someday.”
    I snorted a laugh. “Her future? Nadine, she’s working for you to pay her way through law school. I think her future is solid.”
    Now she looked puzzled. “Janine? Law school? Are you sure?”
    See, I told you. This bitch lived in la-la-land, and if it didn’t directly affect her or improve her status, information about others was useless.
    “Yes. Law school. She told me last time I came over for that God-awful dinner party you hosted.”
    My mother glared at me. “Charlene! I’m getting really tired of your smart mouth. It’s Christmas, for goodness sake. And besides, if not for Nadine, your big day would be in shambles. Thank God for your organisation skills.” She gave Nadine a warm smile. I have to be honest. I was slightly jealous of the way my mother fawned all over her. She never looked at me that way.
    “You’re right, Mother. Thank you, Nadine. The wedding really couldn’t happen without you.”
    Adam cleared his throat behind me, and I shot him a warning look. He shook his head at me and slumped back against the cushions on the sofa. Pushing past me, Nadine made a beeline for him. She leaned over the back of the sofa and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a peck on the cheek.
    “Oh, Adam. It’s so nice to see you. It’s been far too long. I’m sure this one keeps you hidden away so she can keep you all to herself.”
    Raising an eyebrow and casting an eye back at me, he gave her a weak smile. “Uh, yeah. I guess it’s been a while.”
    I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to my mother and Gareth who were hauling Nadine’s designer suitcases from the car. A tapping on the backseat window caught my mother by surprise, and as she poked her head around the door, she groaned. Excellent . There was only one person in the world who could make my mother feel that instantly uncomfortable.
    Running over, I pulled the door open and offered my hand.
    “Gran, Merry Christmas.”
    She took my outstretched palm and turned her nose up. “If you say so, dear. I’ve just spent two hours on a slippery leather seat, listening to Miss Too-Much-Money-And-Too-Little-Brain go on about her new jewellery. And all for some dry turkey, awkward conversation, and forced pleasantries with you people. I’d rather be stuffed myself and put my head in the oven. But if you insist … Merry Christmas.”
    Gran was my mother’s kryptonite. I always got a certain amount of satisfaction whenever she visited. Okay, she was a cantankerous, miserable old bag, but she made my mother unhappy and that, in turn, made me happy. For all the criticising, nit picking, bullying, and general back handed compliments my mother gave me, my gran had some equally great ones for her own daughter. Karma was brutal, and so was my gran.
    Walking over, my mother plastered on a smile. “Mum, good ride over?”
    I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing as my gran gave my mother a snorted laugh and walked right by her. For an eighty year old woman with a cane, she sure could move. I