Dad opened a bottle of good liquor and clinked glasses with Dylan, his face glowing red as they chatted. In front of me sat only a bowl of white rice. I had to get my own chopsticks from the kitchen.
"Georgia, I heard you're getting engaged?"
Caroline had her mouth stuffed with meat, her eyes circling the cashmere coat on me.
"Colin's pretty generous, right? Have your brother-in-law introduce a rich guy to me too. Or get him to invest in a record for Dylan?"
My grip tightened on the chopsticks.
"He doesn't do charity."
I swallowed the metallic sweetness in my throat.
"And don't call him brother-in-law. We haven't gotten the marriage license yet."
Smack!
Mom's hand slammed the table so hard the soup bowls wobbled.
"How dare you talk to your sister like that? Not even married yet and already acting like some rich lady?"
"Your sister's being genuine! Unlike you—always scheming. People have to watch their backs just talking to you!"
"Yeah, sis."
Carrie curled her lip.
"I said it casually. Your three hundred thousand's still sitting in your pocket, isn't it?"
"What's wrong with buying Dylan some equipment? Your money isn't my money?"