This had to be the weirdest meal Dorothea had ever sat through.
Mamie was on her left, eating in total silence, eyes glued to her plate. Across from them, both Scott and Garth kept sneaking glances at her, making everything feel awkward.
And if that wasn’t enough, Dorothea kept getting roped into Latham’s little public displays of affection.
“Honey, can I have your phone?” Latham asked, his voice casual.
Dorothea handed it over without thinking. Latham flipped the phone so everyone could see the matching couple cases on their phones. It didn’t take long for the others to notice.
“Garth, what do you think?” Latham asked, grinning.
Garth just rolled his eyes. “Uncle, that’s so cheesy.”
Seriously, couple phone cases? That was something only old people cared about.
Scott barely even looked, already losing interest. Clearly, this kind of thing was beneath him.
Mamie, ever the polite guest, offered a supportive smile. “They’re cute.”
But her answer was so formal that Latham looked almost offended.
Under the table, Dorothea nudged Latham’s leg with her foot. “Give my phone back.”
“Ow, honey, why are you kicking me?” Latham played it up, rubbing his calf and pretending to be hurt. “Matching stuff with your husband isn’t anything to be embarrassed about.”
Dorothea just stared at him, speechless.
Honestly, she was exhausted. At this point, she wouldn’t mind moving to another planet.
Luckily, Latham finally took the hint and stopped.
Mamie was the first to put down her chopsticks. “I’m done.”
She turned away, avoiding the intense stare from across the table. “Dorothea, thanks for last night. Sorry for causing you so much trouble. I’ll just tell HR I was absent this morning. I’ll head to the office now.”

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