Another Scene-Current Project

She had escaped to the bathroom; and none too soon. She was tired of all the questions that his family, well, that his grandmother had been asking. All the attention on her was embarrassing. She had done what she needed to, to survive and carve out a life. Placing a hand to her hair, she smoothed out the long locks, and checked herself in the mirror. She passed through the foyer on the way back to the dining room, but stopped short of the doorway when she heard raised voices. 

“How dare you spring this on us?” it was Liam’s grandmother’s voice that carried its way to her.

“She is better than any other dense in the head woman you used to throw at me.” Liam’s deep voice also carried, but his was calm and not shrill like the other.

“We sent you to school, took care of you when your parents died. And this is how you thank us?”

“I love her. I’m not, nor have I ever “done anything” to you out of spite.”  Now his voice had a tone of defense to it. Grace twisted her hands round and round. She knew what this was about. She was hoping he would have waited until after she had left, but they might as well face it together. Straightening her shoulders, she entered the room and went right to Liam’s side.

Liam’s grandmother threw her hands up in the air and started to pace the room, her heels clicking sharply against the stone floor.

“Oh give it up Carolyn.” It was Liam’s grandfather that broke the silence.  Carolyn, his wife stopped dead in her pacing.

“Excuse me?” she answered, hands on her thinning hips.

“You heard me.” He was still seated at the table. His blue eyes twinkled as he looked up at Liam and Grace.  “Let the boy marry whomever he wants.” His eyes flashed back to his wife. “I remember seeing you for the first time two days before we were wed. We sent him to school so that he would be able to make his own decisions. So let him.”

Carolyn’s face went through contortions as she tried to process what her normally silent and calm husband had said. She looked from her grandson to the woman he had chosen. And she had to admit, they did make a good pair.

“Alright, if this is what you’re set on doing. I will go and pull your mother’s ring from the bank tomorrow.” Throwing up her hands, and walked over to the pair, taking Grace’s hands, “Welcome to the family.”