Bethany smiled back. It was hard not to like Mia. She was genuine. There wasn't an ounce of fakeness to her.
"Okay, let me get this gravy done," Mia said, sliding from the barstool. "The menfolk will start to get restless and cranky."
Twenty minutes later, everyone was seated at the formal dining table. The centerpiece was beautiful. Gorgeous, vibrant red poinsettias with elegant tapered candles on either side. Elaborate candelabras were positioned on the sideboard and the lights were dimmed to cast an intimate glow over the table.
Gabe and his father occupied the two ends of the table with Mrs. Hamilton on her husband's left and Mia to the left of Gabe. Bethany had been positioned across the table from Mia and Gabe and Jace were on either side of her, with Ash next to Mia and across the table from Jace.
