After brunch and the so-called great announcement, everyone dispersed to their respective rooms.
Though we....I, on behalf of Dave and I, insisted to Grandpa Albert to return to the apartment, he straight up denied the request.
His exact words were, "It's Sunday. You both will stay here tonight. We are a family, right?"
Yeah, right. Family.
I tried to argue, but one look at Grandpa's steel eyes had my mouth shut that instant. No one, not even Walter, argued with Albert Morris when he had made up his mind.
When I glanced at Dave, he did not even act to help me. Instead, he just slipped his hands into his pant's pockets and gave the slightest nod of surrender. In that moment, I really had this itch to smack his head.
And just like that, I was stuck. Stuck in this massive mansion with people who either wanted to ignore me, judge me, or, in Nicole's case, give me hives with every fake smile he flashed.
