Madeline's POV
I find it so hard to chew my food as I continue to eat because of my nervousness as I dined with my grandfather in the dining room, and I wonder where my aunt is, and I haven't even seen the butler.
"I know your aunt Francine bail on you because that daughter of mine wanted to give us time alone. Such a clever woman." My grandfather said, and I saw him shaking his head as I raised my head to look at him. And I hate myself that I couldn't even formulate a single phrase to answer him.
And I know the reason why my mouth is sealed because I am so afraid to ruin this moment with my grandpa since I am hesitant to talk back. After all, I am afraid he wouldn't like the words that will come out of my mouth.
"Can we talk after dinner, Madeline?" He asked, and I nodded my head.
