Roman stood brooding beside the buffet table as his mother approached him.
"Could you please look like you're enjoying yourself? People don't even want to come over to get food because you're making them uncomfortable."
"Why lie? I'm not."
Rolling her eyes, Sophia was over his pouting. "You need to man up. She'll forgive you. You have to embellish that story to make her think you really did mean to burn Luke's vineyard down. She knew it was happening."
"No, she knew it was happening when she thought it was part of our plan. She didn't know we would trick her into thinking it was real and that I did it because Luke betrayed me. I fucking hate this."
"First of all, don't talk like that in front of your mother. Second. Start pretending to enjoy yourself because you are seriously bumming out my guest."
"Guest? You mean the assholes you brought here to flaunt your new wine."