"This godparent ceremony isn't something I can decide on my own. I doubt Ms. Rowan would agree, right?"
As Yvette Grant spoke, she stared intently at Meredith Rowan, her threatening gaze sweeping over the other woman like a death ray.
Stared at like that, Meredith Rowan was understandably frightened. She shrank back, her face turning deathly pale.
Shirley Thorne mused, 'I really have to admire Meredith Rowan's complexion. It's like a painter's palette, able to change color on a whim depending on the situation.'
Seeing his true love so frightened, Warren Grant slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet. "Yvette Grant, you watch your tone!" he roared.
Even he, dense as he was, could hear the threat in Yvette Grant's words. As his true love's hero, how could he possibly allow someone to threaten his woman?
Besides, if Meredith Rowan really became a witness at the godparent ceremony, it would be a good thing. It would be good for her reputation.
