The Mistress Tax — The Borrowed Heels

You clearly have no idea who you are. I don't know what you mean, Mrs. Williams. You're an outsider. What gives you the right to attend a Williams family dinner? Sitting in the matriarch's heat?

Are you trying to take my place? No, I didn't mean that at all. Mr. Williams invited me. He told me to sit here so we could discuss work. Aren't those my heels?

Mine broke, and Mr. Williams said I could borrow yours. I promise I won't damage them, Mrs. Williams. Even if she's here by coincidence, staying so long at someone's family dinner, wearing my shoes, sitting in my seat, this woman must have intentions.

This is a Williams family dinner. You're not welcome here. Honey, it's just a family dinner. There's no need to make such a scene. I'm not saying it a third time.

Get out.