Her cheeks turned a deep red, the redness spreading from her ears to her neck. To avoid his intense stare, she quickly dove under the quilt, murmuring, “Yes, very much.”
Neville Laughed and gently pulled her back out.
He said earnestly, “My grandmother is coming home from the hospital in a few days. Let’s welcome her back together.”
Miley nodded slowly.
A few days later, as Bertha was getting ready to bounce from the hospital, Neville swung by to pick her up along with Miley.
Bertha wrapped up the last check-up and the paperwork with Neville tagging along, while Miley hung back in the ward, helping to organize her stuff.
Suddenly, a snarky voice piped up at the entrance of the ward.
“What’s with all the fuss here? You really consider yourself part of the family, huh?”
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Miley glanced up.
It was Amya talking and her face was all twisted up in disdain. She gave Miley the once-over, like she smelled something funny.
Miley played it cool and greeted her.
But Amya wasn’t having it. She had no time for this girl trying to marry into the Pierce family.
She didn’t mince her words as she said, “Don’t think Bertha’s backing means it will be smooth sailing. If you want to marry into the Pierce family, you will have to play by the rules. Ditch that Little model company immediately. Don’t embarrass yourself out there.”
Miley’s face froze for a second but she kept her cool. “Sorry. The model company is my bread and butter. I am not about to ditch it and I am not at all ashamed of making my own money.”
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She kept it humble by not being too pushy but to Amya, it sounded like defiance.
The Pierces were big shots, and she was used to everyone ki*sing up to her. Turning down her offer was downright disrespectful in her books. And daring to argue back? Oh, the nerve.
Amya made a sour face right away.
Giving Miley the stink eye, she said, “If you’re going to be stubborn, that’s fine by me! But seriously, think it over. Even if you marry my son someday, I won’t be welcoming you with open arms.”
Miley wasn’t in the mood for a spat, so she kept quiet and kept packing.
Amya wasn’t satisfied with the silence. So she pushed, asking, “Why the silent treatment? Is this how you were raised? I’m older so you should show some respect!”
Miley scowled, feeling a tad impatient. But before she could reply, footsteps sounded from outside.
With Neville’s assistance, Bertha returned, catching wind of everything Amya had said.
“Are you even hearing yourself?” Bertha laid into Amya.
Amya jumped, turning to see Bertha and mumbled, “When did you get back? I was just looking for you.”