“I never brought anyone home,” Geneva snaps, sulking now that her plan has backfired. “But maybe I should have. Guess it was easier than I realized to impress the two of you. A few fancy gifts and you’re pissing yourself with pride at your future son-in-law.” Her words are pure rat poison.
Mr. Cole’s smile drops instantly and Mrs. Cole turns to me in horror, before glaring at her daughter. “Geneva! Stop acting like a petulant child. Kolya, I am so sorry for my daughter’s behavior.”
Everyone turns to June. This is the first time she’s spoken in at least twenty minutes. Her eyes are fixed on her sister. The hazel in them burns dark like firewood.
Geneva exhales sharply. “Excuse me. I’m going to get some air.”
She leaves the table. June glances at me regretfully, but before she can apolog
