chapter 52

I really regret it already.

I sat around a circular table with the other wives and I couldn't stop my left knee from bouncing.

Almost all the wives were present, both the old wives and the young wives.

From what little I know, most of the Old wives are mother-in-law to most of the young wives, which was why a lot of the younger women were wary while they spoke.

I looked around the table.

Some of the wives were out going and loud. They spoke freely without any care for the world.

Some were gentle spoken and graceful, dabbing the corner of their lips with their cloth napkins after every single bite.

Some were assessing everyone with pointed eyes, glaring at anyone who would laugh, smirking at anyone who would stutter and rolling their eyes at anyone who would brag about a new finding.

Some of the wives were quite and only spoke when they were spoken to, too shy to speak up on their own.

Then there was me.

I wasn't out going. I wasn't gentle spoken. I wasn't assessing anyone and I wasn't