"Where is the woman my son brought home for us to meet?" Charles questioned entering the large dining room with Elaine by his side. He was dressed from head to toe in designer labels.
It was awkward considering everyone else was wearing casual clothes.
"Idiot," Elaine muttered to her stupid husband who always felt the need to put on a show.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Helen Reed. I am Charles King," Charles said, ignoring Elaine's comment. "My son has good taste in picking women. I hope he's told you nothing but good things about us?"
Helen awkwardly laughed, choosing not to reply to the question. The best option was to just stay silent and smile at these types of questions. It was better than replying, "No. Just that he doesn't have a good relationship with you."
"Don't ask stupid questions you don't want the answer to," Eli said beside Helen. His father's delusion never ceased to amaze him.
