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He's headed back towards us with two cups of punch in either hand.
“I have a feeling that you’re going to finally get your answers this weekend.”
The minute he sees our less-than-bright sunny demeanors as we hold hands, his smile drops.
He knows something just went down, but unfortunately for me, it wasn’t the intel I was hoping for.
It only mucked up the waters more than before.
Chapter Fourteen
Brent
I walk cautiously back to the table when I see the look on Zoey’s face.
Have we been outed?
Does my grandmother know that this relationship is all just a sham to get me out of dating her friend's granddaughter? As far as I can tell, there isn’t a granddaughter in sight as Zoey and I are the youngest people in the room by at least a few decades.
“Everything okay over here, ladies?” I ask, handing them each a drink.
Zoey takes the clear plastic cup from my hand and lifts the rim up to her lips, taking a sip of the red punch liquid. Gran takes the other cup I offer and smiles up at me. Whatever had her looking at me suspiciously as I walked up has faded and now, she looks just as happy as she did when Zoey and I first walked in.
“Oh yes. Everything is wonderful. Your darling girlfriend is an absolute delight and I’m so happy to see you two finally got together after all these years. I’ll be watching for an, "engagement announcement" in the mail any day now.”
Zoey practically does a spit take as she chokes on the punch that she inhaled through her windpipe as Gran blurts out “engagement announcement”.
Gran and I both make a quick movement towards Zoey, each of us pat her back as she attempts to clear her airways.
With how quickly Zoey expects the timely death of our fake relationship, I’m not surprised at all that Gran’s comment took Zoey by surprise. And not in a good way.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
She nods but doesn’t look up at Gran or me.
“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? Maybe you two are planning a shotgun wedding?” Gran says, looking between us two.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Gran, we’re not engaged,” I tell her, making sure she hears me.
But she seems to ignore me as she continues on.
“I won’t judge. Did you know that I was four months pregnant with your father on my wedding day to your grandfather?”
Zoey’s eyes flare up to mine.
“Jesus, she’s not pregnant, Gran.”
My grandmother proceeds to rub Zoey’s leg, pretending again not to hear me.
“It would have been quite the scandal back then since he was eight years older than me. He wanted to sample the milk before he bought the cow. But after one taste, he was hooked.”
I just look at Zoey as her eyes turn the size of saucers as Gran seems to be oversharing this information directly to Zoey.
Her eyes flash up to mine but there’s nothing I can say or do at this point. I have zero control over this woman.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell Zoey because at this point, apologizing for my grandmother is my only recourse.