to.”
Her expression tightened.
“I told my granddaughter to grow up independent.”
“She’s one.”
“Values start early.”
Lauren finally spoke.
“Why did you bring the apron?”
Her voice was frighteningly calm.
Vivian blinked.
“Because it was cute.”
“Was it?”
“Lauren.”
“You had her name embroidered.”
“Yes.”
“And then prepared that line.”
“No one prepared anything.”
Lauren held up the apron.
“You just happened to connect this with me supposedly living off James?”
“You’re making this ugly.”
“No.”
Lauren folded the apron once.
“You did that.”
Around us, guests suddenly became
