Judy\u2019s POV<\/p>\n
I was standing in the presence of Gavin\u2019s mother. Donna Landry.<\/p>\n
She stared at me with such dismay that I stood there with unease bubbling in my belly. Daisy stood beside her with her arms folded across her chest and a smug smile on her lips. The last thing I wanted right now was to have this altercation with them, especially while I was out to dinner with my family, in celebration of my father coming home.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, you\u2019re the hussy living in my son\u2019s mansion,\u201d she said bluntly, her eyes scanned me from head to toe and I felt my cheeks burning as I stared back at her.<\/p>\n
The hussy living in her son\u2019s mansion?<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026 I\u2019m sorry?\u201d I asked, hating that I stammered, but I was genuinely confused. I had never met this woman a day in my life. How could she call me a hussy without even knowing me?<\/p>\n
My eyes flickered to Daisy who was now smirking as if she knew a dirty little secret.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you the reason my Gavin refused to marry Daisy?\u201d She asked, narrowing her eyes at me and drawing my attention back to her very displeased and stern face.<\/p>\n
I opened my mouth to speak, but she spoke again, silencing me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoesn\u2019t matter,\u201d she said, holding up her hand. \u201cSoon enough, my son will come to his senses. You aren\u2019t anything to him so there\u2019s no need for me to worry. He tells me everything and he didn\u2019t even bother to tell me about you, which leads me to believe that you are nobody important.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened at her words. I didn\u2019t want to feel disappointed, but I did. Daisy could see it too and this only made her smirk grow more. Without another word, his mother pushed passed me and back to her table, Daisy stayed behind for a minute, her eyes never leaving mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been a part of this family for a long time. I\u2019ve been waiting for my chance with Gavin since he married my stupid sister. I\u2019m not letting anyone\u2026including you\u2026 stand in my way,\u201d she hissed, and then she too pushed past me and back towards her table.<\/p>\n
asma<\/p>\n
In<\/p>\n
I felt numb as made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I was in the closed compacity of the restroom tears spitted down my cheeks. L hated that I was showing this kind of weakness. I hated that I was hurt over the things someone I didn\u2019t even know said. I knew I needed to speak to Gavin, but what was I supposed to tell him? That his mother cornered me in the restaurant, and she couldn\u2019t stand me? That I stood no chance with him because I was nothing<\/p>\n
compared to their family? That he\u2019s supposed to be with Daisy and not with me?<\/p>\n
Would he believe them?<\/p>\n
Did it even matter? It\u2019s not like we were in an actual relationship, and yet, it felt<\/p>\n
like we were.<\/p>\n
I hated the effect this was having on me. I had my own issues and my own life needed to focus my<\/p>\n
attention on. I walked over to then et<\/p>\n
mirro groaning when I saw my face. It was obvious that I\u2019d been crying. I turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water onto my face. I needed to make it look like I was completely fine or else my parents would ask questions; questions that I didn\u2019t want to answer. noveldrama<\/p>\n
Once I was decent, I took a deep breath and rejoined my parents at the table. By the time I returned to the table, our food had already arrived My parents were the kind who wouldn\u2019t eat unless everybody was seated and ready to eat. They both smiled at me with their hands<\/p>\n
neatly on their laps as I took my seat.<\/p>\n
Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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