I Bought a Junk Painting, Lied It's Worth Millions, Father-in-Law Froze

01. "Reeks of new money!" Ethan Pruitt slammed his chopsticks down on the rosewood table with a sharp crack. The air in the private room froze on the spot. I was still holding that thick stack of cash gift envelopes, about to hand them out to Yolanda's aunts and cousins, the whole crowd of Pruitt relatives. The smile went stiff on my face. I couldn't hand them out, and I couldn't pull them back. The relatives around me exchanged glances. Some looked down and sipped their tea in embarrassment, others wore the plain look of people settling in to watch a show.