Helena’s Point of View
Scarlett had been staring at the grilled cheese sandwich and tomato and pasta salad that was on her plate for at least five minutes.
“Sugar plum, I promise it’s going to be okay if you eat your lunch. If I wanted to hurt you there are far easier ways I could have done it.” She looked up at me, her stunning emerald eyes bigger than usual.
“Grandma no, I don’t think you want to hurt me! I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”
“I’ll eat it if you don’t want it” Guiz tried to take her plate.
“You will do no such thing! Where are your manners?!” I smacked his hand.
“OW! I didn’t want it to go to waste if she’s too scared to eat it!” Guiz set Scarlett’s plate down and pulled his hand away. Although I was scolding him, I secretly loved it, I loved having both my
