Page 7 of The Wrong Fiancée

After she took our orders, Elika left, and the table seemed to release its collective breath.

"You should tell Dante to place her at some other resort," Ginny said to her husband.

Dante Giordano, a good friend, owned this resort as he did the one where I'd met Elika in Honolulu.

"Why?" I asked, keeping the anger out of my voice. It seemed petty to have Elika removed from her job because Ginny had a problem with her.

"It's uncomfortable having her here," Felicity explained gently, her hand on my forearm.

I arched an eyebrow. "Again, I ask, why?"

Felicity let out a deep breath. "As I mentioned, Elika is my father's half-brother's daughter. When grandpa died, and he left everything to Daddy, Elika's father was upset."

"He'd been like that all his life, jealous of Sam…of all of us," Ginny quipped.

"He was devastated after my sister-in-law, Iolana, died," Sam interjected. "He started drinking and…."

"Since then, it's been complicated," Felicity added softly.

"Was Elika upset about her father not getting his share of the inheritance?" I looked around at everyone at the table.

"It wasn'thisshare," Ginny all but snarled. "Itisall ours. Sam has been generous enough."

Sam put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Come on, Ginny. Elika has never mentioned the will and has never asked us for anything."

"Oh, please, she came with her hands wide open afterhemade a mess of his daughter's life," Ginny said cryptically.

"No, she didn't," Sam protested.

"Can we not talk about this, please?" Felicity pleaded. "I want to have a nice dinner andnottalk about Uncle Grant and Aunt Iolana.Please."

"Of course, darling," Sam said with a relieved smile.

"Can you at least tell the restaurant manager to send us another server?" Ginny pestered.

I was shocked at her blatant cruelty. Elika had been nothing but professional, and yet there seemed to be such animosity toward her. Maybe there were things about Elika I didn't know.

"I agree," Rebecca chimed in support. "I find her so…I don't know, sanctimonious, like she's better than everyone."

What the fuck?

"It's just not right, you know," Ginny continued, "That she's fine when Noe is…."

There were too many names being thrown out, and I could figure most of them out, but who the fuck was Noe?

"Mom," Felicity admonished.

Sam rose. "Maybe it's for the best. I'll talk to the manager."

I followed Sam, not liking this at all. I caught up with him before he made it to the front desk. "What's going on here, Sam?"

He sighed. "Elika is a good girl. She's hardworking and…but Ginny and Felicity…anyway. It's best if she doesn't serve our table, you know? They'll just make her life miserable."

"I don't get it," I told Sam.

He took a deep breath, and we watched Elika walk past us with two bottles of wine in hand.

"Elika, can we get someone else to serve our table?" Sam spoke softly, but I saw Elika flinch.

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