Samantha sat elegantly on the plush, cream-colored sofa in her lavish living room, the morning December sun streaming through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the room's luxurious furnishings.
Across from her, Shelly Grant nearly slammed her cup of coffee onto the glass coffee table, her face flushed with anger.
"I can't believe Mr. Clark agreed for that girl to stay in your house! Does he not understand how bad it reflects on him?" Shelly huffed, her voice rising in disbelief. "If my husband were to allow anything like that, I'd throw the biggest tantrum of my life!"
Samantha hid a small, satisfied smile behind her own cup, sipping her tea with practiced grace.