“We go, we smile, we act like everything is perfect,” Matilda continued, her tone conspiratorial. “Keep your enemies close.” Her gaze was firm, almost challenging. “Can we do that?” After a tense moment, her children nodded. “If you think it’s right, Mom,” her daughter agreed.
As the wedding day drew closer, Matilda perfected her role. At every social event, she was all smiles and pleasant chatter. But behind each polite nod was a woman with a plan. Her cheerful facade hid a mind plotting every step toward the perfect reveal of truth.