Helen Takes The Credit
Meanwhile, Helen basked front and center in the glow of her orchestrated spectacle, soaking up attention like a flower under the sun. “Isn’t this just perfect?” she gushed, graciously accepting every bit of praise tossed her way. Every compliment only fueled her self-satisfied smirk, and when she said, “All my planning paid off,” her voice dripped with the kind of fake modesty she’d perfected over the years. I lingered quietly on the sidelines, fully aware she intended to take complete credit for the evening’s success. The satisfaction radiating off her was unmistakable—like she’d just won an award for hosting the most dramatic event of the year.
Helen Takes The Credit
Avoiding Helen’s Remarks
Despite the loud swirl of conversations, I made an effort to engage with the family near me, hoping to avoid any more of Helen’s sharp jabs. “How’s work, Uncle Bob?” I asked, diving headfirst into safe small talk just to steer clear of her hovering attention. Though he answered cheerfully enough, I noticed his eyes flicking nervously in her direction, as though anticipating her next remark. Every once in a while, a pointed comment from Helen sliced into the air behind me, each one landing just close enough to sting. I kept my smile firmly in place, pretending not to hear, silently wishing the evening would glide by without any more theatrics.
Avoiding Helen’s Remarks
