Emily’s face went ghostly pale. She had thought that a little flattery would win Michael’s favor, but instead, she’d run straight into a wall. Stammering, she tried to explain, “Michael, I—I’m sorry. I really do enjoy your music. I didn’t mean anything else by it.”
Michael’s mouth curled into a cold, mocking smile. “You’d better mean that. I can’t stand empty compliments, especially not at a family dinner. This isn’t some fan convention.”
Emily’s embarrassment was so intense she wished she could disappear. She hadn’t expected her attempt at praise to backfire so badly; now she just looked like a desperate fan.
She glanced toward Crystal, silently begging for help, but Crystal didn’t even bother to respond.
That’s when George spoke up. “Alright, Michael, there’s no need to be so rude to our guest.”
Michael just snorted and fell silent.
Mrs. Thomson quickly changed the subject. “Crystal, how’s your business going?”
Crystal straightened up. “Mom, it’s been tough at first, but I’m confident things will get better.”
Michael couldn’t help himself. “With your skills? What kind of business do you think you can run? Don’t come back crying when you lose everything.”
Crystal bit her lip, wounded. “Michael, can’t you just wish me well for once?”
George frowned. “That’s enough, Michael. Give it a rest.”
Michael cleared his throat and went back to his dinner.
Crystal pressed on. “I actually wanted to hear everyone’s thoughts while I’m back, maybe get some advice.”
George nodded. “Crystal, nobody’s first business goes perfectly. Even if you fail, it’s all part of the process. Taking that first step already means a lot.”
Crystal smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Dad. That gives me a lot more confidence.”
Crystal snorted. “Attractive? With that personality? Who could stand him? Michael’s impossible to read. Don’t waste your time on him.”
Emily hung her head, hesitating before finally mumbling, “Alright, I’ll drop it…”
Crystal breathed a sigh of relief, but didn’t forget to remind her, “Don’t forget what you promised me.”
Emily’s heart skipped a beat. She glanced sidelong at Rebecca, then forced herself to say, “I haven’t forgotten.”
Crystal looked her in the eye, her tone suddenly serious. “You promised me, Emily. If you don’t follow through, don’t blame me for what happens next.”
Emily nodded quickly. “Don’t worry, Crystal. I’ll keep my word.”
Only then did Crystal relax a little. “Good. Let’s head back before anyone comes looking for us.”
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