CHAPTHER THIRTY NINE
“And now let’s raise a toast to my granddaughter-in-law and grandson,” Grandma said, raised her glass.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Vincent’s gaze. His expression was unreadable and I didn’t want to dwell on that much longer because it would mess me up. Suddenly the dramatic loud opening of the door had everyone turning. A stunning woman probably in her mid-forties and dressed in a luminous green designer dressed, graced the doorway.
“What the hell!” Brandon cussed and when I looked at him, his lips were drawn tight, his jaw instantly ticking. Whoever she was, he didn’t seem to like her presence at all.
“Who is she?” I questioned as the woman made her way to us, her unpleasant expression not exactly sitting well with me.
“Hello, Mother. I don’t
