"Mom, it doesn't matter how gorgeously we're dressed. We can't hide the reality that the Bishop Family is in decline," Eleanor Bishop snapped, looking up at Yara Ross.
Yara Ross's face darkened, her weak spot having been struck. "Eleanor, what nonsense are you spouting!" Eleanor's single sentence had completely ruined what had been a perfectly good mood.
"I'm not spouting nonsense. Mom, just go to Grandpa's house by yourself. Rory isn't with me right now, so I'm in no mood to go to some party with you."
