"Greetings," Inez had no idea what the woman expected from her. So, she simply nodded at her, but she might have as well ignored the woman because the second she finished speaking, Grandma Elira glared at her with dissatisfaction coating every wrinkle.
Not wanting to get into a round of trouble with Killian's grandmother, she turned her gaze away. However, the old woman had her own ideas. When she saw that Inez was no longer paying attention to her, she narrowed her eyes.
Grandma Elira plonked the teacup that she was holding in her hand onto the table, snatching Inez's wavering attention. "So… you are that infamous Inez Sinclair." Grandma Elira spoke to her as if she were interrogating a serial killer. As she spoke to Inez, she didn't forget to glare at her.
And so it began. Sighing, Inez replied, "I am."
