A few nights ago, Scott and I had hosted a dinner party at our house and Honey had been amongst the guests.
I had not anticipated the party with any relish. I was never comfortable with strangers and our guests were mostly business associates of Scott's.
'I know you won't disappoint me,' Scott had smiled as he said it but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
The dinner party was obviously important to him but now he had made me really nervous.
I enjoyed the cooking and the preparation. I spent hours choosing the dishes and then shopping for the best ingredients. With saucepans bubbling and a delicious aroma pervading the house, I set the table with Scott's finest china.
If only I could have melted into the background then I would have been happy.
The guests arrived - important looking men with loud voices and braying laughter and elegant wives who air-kissed each other, and Honey, stunningly beautiful as usual.
I wondered why she had been invited but, in truth, she was a godsend. Honey was like Scott, she talked easily and often. Effortlessly, she engaged everyone in bright and breezy chatter and charmed even the grumpy Mayor.
'Hmmm. This is good,' she licked her lips enthusiastically as she finished off the last crumb from her plate before turning to giggle coquettishly at another diner's jokes.
I liked it that someone praised my food even if it was her. I watched her during the meal. I may as well because everyone else was. I saw how her eyes lit up when I served the angel food cake and how clean her plate was when she finished.
So, my plan took shape. I knew the way to win back Scott's heart.