Allison strolled into the room, looking effortlessly chic in her beige Chanel suit. Her long hair was styled into a sleek bun at the back of her neck, and the pearl earrings she wore seemed to add just the right touch of elegance. She carried herself with the kind of grace you’d expect from someone raised in a well-to-do family, every move exuding charm.
But Emily wasn’t having it. She gave Allison a thorough once-over, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Those fancy designer clothes don’t really suit our girls. I’ve always thought a long dress does the trick. Just look at how gorgeous Lilliam looks in hers.”
Allison nodded, keeping her tone soft and respectful, “You’re right, Grandma.”
Emily arched an eyebrow. “You’re not officially in the family yet, so why don’t you stick to calling me Mrs. Fisher, like everyone else.”
Rose, who was nearby, blinked in surprise. What was Emily getting at? Her manner towards Allison seemed a bit off. Wasn’t Allison and Joshua’s engagement practically a done deal? Calling her “Grandma” seemed perfectly normal. Why insist on “Mrs. Fisher” as if Allison were a stranger?
Rose felt a flicker of annoyance. Allison was going to be her daughter-in-law, and treating her like an outsider didn’t sit well.
Allison was taken aback for a moment too. It seemed Emily had some kind of issue with her. A quick glance at Lillian, who looked quite pleased with herself standing next to Emily, gave Allison all the clues she needed. Lillian must have been stirring the pot.
Keeping her cool, Allison responded, “Alright, Mrs. Fisher.”
Rose couldn’t hold back any longer. She chimed in warmly, “Mom, Allison is Joshua’s fiancée, your future granddaughter-in-law. It makes perfect sense for her to call you Grandma. Calling you Mrs. Fisher just feels too formal.”
Emily took a slow sip from her mug, her eyes cold as she looked at Rose, her tone firm and unwavering. “The engagement party was called off. Right now, she and Joshua are just dating. Calling me Grandma is jumping the gun.”
Emily’s eyes blazed and her tone became sharp with anger. “Didn’t you just say she’s my granddaughter-in-law? As her elder, it’s perfectly fine for me to ask her to set the table.”
Allison was taken aback by Emily’s statement.
How ironic. Just a moment ago, it was too early to call her Grandma, and now she was supposed to act like a granddaughter-in-law? The nerve of it.
The last time they met, Emily had been civil. What had changed to bring about such hostility? Who knows what kind of stories Lillian had been feeding Emily.
As Allison opened her mouth to speak, a commanding voice cut through the tension from the elevator entrance. “Grandma, Allie is too precious to be doing the help’s work.”
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