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Three Years Too Late for Sorry,Just in Time for My Freedom novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The moment Margaret finished talking, Nicholas dropped my hand and shoved me forward.

“Just go do it. Grandpa loves that stuff, and you’re his granddaughter-in-law. You should want to make him happy.”

I caught myself and looked up,my eyes were getting watery.

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“But i have no idea how to make those dishes. Evangeline’s the one who cooked them, and she’s the one Grandpa was praising. How am I supposed to know her recipes?”

“Margaret. I get that you don’t like me and you want to humiliate me, but I’m still family. On Grandpa’s birthday, could you please not do this?”

Evangeline stepped right up and pointed her finger in my face.

“Gabrielle, is that any way to talk to your mother? When an elder asks you to do something, you just do it. God, you’re so rude.”

The tears were really building up now.

“Miss Cross, shouldn’t you be in the kitchen right now? Dinner service is about to start, and if you wait much longer, it’ll be too late.”

I paused and kind of shrank into myself.

“Or wait… as daddy’s little princess, do you think we’re all beneath you? Is that why you got Margaret all riled up to cause this whole scene and waste everyone’s time?”

Like it was all suddenly making sense, I said to myself.

“Oh, that’s what this is. Margaret’s not stupid – she wouldn’t pick today to mess with me unless somebody had been feeding her lies about me. Isn’t that right, Margaret?”

I must have looked pretty pathetic, because even Nicholas frowned.

He actually stepped in. “Mom, it’s Grandpa’s party. Can we not do this today?”

Now everyone was staring at Margaret instead of me.

She looked furious and dragged an equally pissed-off Evangeline away from there.

Nicholas didn’t wait for me either. He was probably mad at me.

He was probably pissed that I’d actually defended myself. Because I was supposed to just stand there and take whatever shit they threw at me, like I always did.

Why did I have to make waves and ruin everyone’s good time?

There I was, standing by myself, watching him disappear into the crowd.

Quietly killing off whatever feelings I had left for him.

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