An Ice Lily

Sylvia tightened her hands around her designer clutch, her nails digging into the soft leather. She forced her shoulders to relax and kept her posture straight. She was well versed in navigating the hostile waters of Vance family gatherings. Whenever so many relatives crammed into one banquet room, venomous words and petty rivalries were inevitable. She fixed a polite, apologetic smile on her face