The dining room was filled with the warm, inviting aroma of freshly cooked food, and the sound of laughter and conversation hung in the air. The table was set with fine china and crystal glasses, and a beautiful centerpiece of fresh flowers added a touch of elegance to the setting.
Everyone had taken a seat at the table. The mood was charged with joy and enthusiasm. Everyone was grinning with delight as they chatted and swapped tales while enjoying the delicious food. It was only Pamela who was not enjoying it. She was seething with resentment. She wished she could leave.
Pamela looked miserable. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she watched Gloria serve food to Abigail. Her lips were pursed, and her posture was tense, exuding disdain. She watched Gloria serve food to Abigail with a venomous glare, her heart burning with jealousy and rage. Her mind was consumed with bitter thoughts and plans to spoil the happiness in the room.