Bianca leaned back in her chair, studying Imelda with a cautious gaze. Across the elegantly set dining table, the soft clinking of silverware filled the silence, occasionally interrupted by the twins' excited chatter. The dining room, with its crystal chandeliers casting a golden glow, felt like the wrong backdrop for the tense undercurrents flowing between the adults.
Imelda, dressed in a sleek emerald-green dress that hugged her form perfectly, dabbed her lips with a linen napkin. She leaned back, her smirk as sharp as the cut of her diamond necklace.
"Thanks. So, Imelda... You're loosening your rules? No more strict dieting for the boys?" Bianca asked, her tone light but her eyes probing.
Imelda tilted her head, pretending to consider the question. "Oh, I still want them to eat healthy, of course. But my guru recently helped me realize that sensual indulgence is one of the seven keys to enlightenment." Her lips curved into a sly smile.
