Gareth didn't reply to Delilah. He turned to his mother and narrowed his eyes at her.
“Why did you invite her?” he demanded, past the point of caring that Delilah was in the room to hear his question. “You said this was a family dinner.”
The implication that Delilah was not family did not go unnoticed. Meredith crossed her arms and furrowed her brow at her son’s rudeness.
Mother and son stared at each other in a silent standoff. Gareth towered over his mother, but Meredith's glare was just as impressive as her son's height.
“This is my house, and I’m the one who arranged this dinner. I can invite whomever I damn well please.” Meredith raised her chin. “Now, let's eat all this food I prepared before it gets cold.” Her tone left no room for arguments. “Delilah, Gareth, there are two free spots across from Elliot and Isabella. Why don’t you sit there?”
