Chapter 17
GEORGIA'S POV
The dinner was a mental endurance test. The family didn't waste a second implying I wasn't good enough for their bloodline—the children were the most blatant, but the adults were more surgical. They showered Katsha with praise for her poise and "eloquence," using her as a silent yardstick to measure my failures.
I wasn't a fool; I knew exactly what they were doing.
"Katsha is so graceful with a steak knife," Michael remarked, watching in awe as she sliced a piece of meat for him. She just offered a modest, practiced smile.
"I love how mysterious she is. I'd definitely want her for a—wait, what is Jaime to me again?" Rheia asked, prompting a wave of laughter.
"He's your cousin, sweetheart," her father replied.
"So what does that make his wife?"
"His wife," Michael deadpanned, looking confused.
"It's a cousin-in-law," Josh corrected softly from the corner.
