Mariah's Hate

The inside of the house was just as elegant as the outside made you expect it to be. Jennifer didn't have much of a chance to look around, as Mrs. Morrison immediately whisked her away to the large dining table where everyone was gathered.

Mr. Lucas Morrison stood immediately, his rather stoic expression breaking away as he smiled, and extended his hand. Jennifer, however had expected a hug and had her arms ready for one.

He laughed, then pulled her into a fatherly embrace. Mrs. Morrison stood beside them, watching happily.

"Hello. You must be Jennifer."

Jennifer turned to the woman. She was a bit taller, but the other woman was so dressed up, and spoke of elegance and dignity.

"Yes..yes, ma'am."

"Oh, just call her Mariah." Mrs. Morrison interrupted with a disregarding wave of her hand.

Mariah bit the inside of her cheeks at the disrespect, but maintained the smile. She extended her hand to her, her eyes hiding the deep contempt she felt.

"I am Elijah's first wife." She introduced. "