An Unwelcome Guest at the Ex's Barbecue

I stood in front of the Bennett family manor, gripping my mother's arm as she gazed up at the sprawling mansion with a mixture of awe and hope that made my stomach twist. The immaculate lawn was dotted with elegant tables, tents, and guests in designer clothes mingling over champagne flutes.

"Mom, please remember what we talked about," I whispered urgently. "Don't approach Julian's mother or grandmother unless they speak to you first."

She patted my hand, her smile too bright, too desperate. "Everything will be fine, Sera. I look presentable, don't I?"

I'd helped her choose a modest blue sundress that wouldn't draw attention. My own outfit—white pants and a simple blouse—was carefully selected to avoid criticism. Not too flashy to be accused of trying too hard, not too casual to be called disrespectful.

"You look beautiful," I assured her, though my heart ached knowing the Bennetts would still find something to criticize.