"You'll know when the time comes. Now, when we get to my home I forbid you from talking about your father, the castle, or anything else that is not fun. Let's get you settled in and then we hit the town for some fun," Margaret shook her shoulders showing that she was ready to have fun.
"Grandmother, are you trying to dance?" Amelia bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.
"Isn't that what the youngsters are doing these days?" Margaret swore she did it just like the young women did.
"What youngsters are you talking about? Why on earth would they be shaking their shoulders? What parties have you been to, grandmother?" Amelia couldn't hold herself back anymore and started laughing.
It was funny to see her grandmother like this in private while she could be terrifying in front of others. If only those people could see Margaret like this. They might think she was possessed by something.
