The music was already playing, but there wasn't anyone dancing yet, that wouldn't start until after dinner. My brother and his wife were standing just inside the doors, greeting people as they entered.
John looked immaculate, like he always does, perfect hair, the same shade as mine with just a touch of a widow's peak, and a tailored tuxedo with a red handkerchief in his pocket. That was my mother's influence, just a touch of color to draw attention.
His face never wavered, but somehow I could feel his face slip from the pleasant politician to haughty condescension. "Melanie. It's good to see you."
"John, you're looking well."
He smirked and shrugged. "Been hitting the gym, feeling strong." He patted his flat stomach as his eye flicked over my body. "How about you?"
"Running around af
