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" saying—”
Lady Brice’s next words were lost because, without any warning, Grandma flung the door open.
“You really need to ask permission first,” a guard warned her in a hushed tone.
She kept walking toward me. “Well, my girl, it’s time for me to head out.”
“So soon?” I asked, embracing her.
“I can never stay too long. Your mother is recovering from a heart attack, and she still has the audacity to order me around. I know she’s the queen,” she conceded, raising her hands in the air in surrender, “but I’m her mother, and that trumps queen any day.”
I laughed. “I’ll remember that for down the road.”
“You do that,” she said, rubbing my cheek. “And if you don’t mind, get yourself a husband as soon as you can. I’m not getting any younger, and I’d like to see at least one great-grandchild before I’m dead.” She stared at my stomach and shook her finger. “Don’t let me down.”
“Ooooookay, Grandma. "
― Kiera Cass , The Crown (The Selection, #5)
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" Mom let out a wistful sigh. “Finally out of the spotlight and into
the background,” she said. “I’ve missed it there.”
“People will still watch, my dear,” Dad said. “Just try to keep
your chin up tonight, and I’ll be right beside you if you need me.”
“So, same as always?”
He smiled. “Same as always.”
“Look, I don’t plan to kick you out or anything, but if you insist
on being mushy all the time, I’ll have you in a cottage faster than
you can say P-D-A. "
― Kiera Cass , The Crown (The Selection, #5)