Alexander arched an eyebrow. "You are many things but fragile isn't one of them."
"Don't be insolent," she scolded lightly. "I am old, Alexander. Anything could happen tonight. I could trip, I could faint and I could have a heart attack right in front of that dreadful Olivia woman." She threw her hand over her chest and gasped, "Imagine the scandal. Someone has to give me CPR and you expect me to rely on strangers?"
He stared at her, deadpan. "You want me to attend in case you fake a heart attack?"
"Not fake," she corrected primly. "I like to call it trying to have a potential experience."
Alexander sighed but his lips twitched. "You are impossible." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed harder this time. With age, his grandmother was being more and more childlike and dealing with her was becoming a challenge.
"And you are coming," she said sweetly, leaning back in his chair with triumph shining in her eyes.
Before he could respond, the door opened again.
