Chapter Twenty-Five
Lydia fought to keep a clear head. Her mother was on a rampage, and that could only mean one thing. She’d somehow discovered their engagement. Dottie rarely got angry, but when she blew her stack, she was known to make grown men cry.
“Lydia,” her mother bellowed a third time. “Do not make me wait another second.”
“Mama, I’m right here,” she answered calmly, padding down the hall to where her mother stood blocking her path to the living room. “I was taking a nap.”
Dottie gave her a look so frosty, Lydia’s toes grew cold. “You were no more taking a nap than I was when I conceived each of you girls.”
Lydia’s stomach dropped like a stone. Her mother knew, and now there was nothing to do but take her lumps and try and work a little damage control.
“Okay,” she answered
