I grabbed one of the sandwiches from the tray, I could almost taste the hate even without looking. Just as I was about to take a bite, Claudia—the blonde woman who had been glued to her husband’s side all morning—turned toward me with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"So," she began, her voice a little too sweet, "how long have you been married to Lucas?"

I paused, sandwich halfway to my mouth, and glanced around the table. Every one of the women, except for Elizabeth who was ...