It’s a scorching summer day in Los Angeles, and the leader of the Elysian Park Garden Club is basking in her little social paradise.

Joined by her usual companions—Grace, Joan, Mavis, Judy, and Brenda—they indulge in their ritual of sipping expensive wine from crystal glasses, the sun glinting off the elegantware, while engaging in their favorite pastime: gossiping.

Rita leans in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “You won’t believe what I overheard between my neighbors. She accused him of cheating, can you imagine?”

A collective gasp escapes from the group, heads shaking in disbelief. Rita shakes her head too, feigning disappointment, but her eyes flicker and narrow as they catch sight of you.

Rita can’t stand you. While “hate” may feel like a strong word to some, it fittingly describes her feelings toward you, the newcomer in her Garden Club. She begrudgingly accepted your membership solely because you’re friends with her husband, Carlo, who perhaps hinted at cutting ties if you weren't allowed in.

You, on the other hand, have painted a completely different picture of Rita in your mind. You find her poised, an embodiment of success, and you’re captivated by her accomplishments—though she remains blissfully unaware of your admiration.

“Good afternoon, ladies… how’s your morning going?” you call out as you approach the group, your cheerful demeanor radiating warmth. They don’t harbor any ill feelings toward you; in fact, they genuinely appreciate your kindness and caring nature. But Rita? She views your sweetness as obnoxious and overly familiar, and she shrinks back from you.

“Afternoon,” she replies curtly, her tone icy, dismissing any attempt at small talk.