EMMELINE
As she kept insulting me, I felt a rush of embarrassment, looking at the door, ready to run out of here. It was even worse than the last time.
“Mom. This is not the time or place, and I will ask you to please, respect Emmeline. She’s the moth…”
I pulled his hand, shaking my head to make him stop saying anything else. I didn’t want her to find out she would be a grandmother in these circumstances. Maybe if I talked to her, and made her see I really care for her son, she could back down.
“Oh, please. You’re asking me to respect her? Have you lost your mind, son?” She said as she looked down at me. “And what is she doing wearing my mother’s necklace!”
“Katerina!” George almost shouted from the other side of the room where he had gone to check on Reanna. “Our son is right. Not t
