A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 37

Demi was tired of crying. She wiped her eyes.

"Aunt Winifred, go make breakfast. I haven't eaten, and I'm starving. I want four pancakes and a glass of peanut milk."

Winifred was done indulging her. "I woke up late today and need to rush to work. You guys can figure something out yourselves."

She called up the stairs. Celeste hadn't come down yet, and it was time to take the kids out.

Demi, completely frustrated by constant rejection, stamped her foot. "You're taking them out to play?!"

"Yes."

"I want to go too."

"Not today. It's rare that your mom is here. You should stay and spend time with her."

Demi wanted to argue. Getting full VIP treatment from Winifred was incredibly comfortable. If she stayed home, her mother would just act like a coward under her grandmother's thumb, and she'd end up suffering again.

Larissa quickly yanked her arm, shooting her a warning look to shut up.

Celeste finally came downstairs yawning, and the caregiver, Jayce, arrived shortly after.

Winifred led her group out the door.

Sharon and her daughters sat alone in the living room.

Demi looked like she was about to cry again. Larissa quickly pulled out her tablet and phone, handing one over. Once Demi started chatting with Shelly on one side and playing games on the other, her tears vanished.

Shelly had just created a group chat called the Goddess Fan Club.

There were four people in the chat, though Quentin remained silent. The three women chatted enthusiastically, plotting their preparations to meet Iris Morgan.

Demi was too young to go, but she loved the freedom of having the phone. She aggressively typed in the chat while giving her sister ideas.

"Let's buy the Goddess a gift! We can save the money we were gonna spend on Shelly and use it for her instead."

"That's a great idea!" Larissa agreed excitedly.

"But Larissa, you have to tell Winifred tonight that Uncle Quentin's face is dry so she'll make the skincare stuff. Shelly's birthday is only five days away."

"Well, then make sure you buy a very nice gift. Try to make the celebrity like you so it reflects well on your uncle."

"We will!"

The sisters were thrilled to have their mother's full support.

Sharon then gave them a grave warning. "Winifred cannot know about this."

"I know," Larissa nodded solemnly. "She tries to control us. She wouldn't let us talk to Shelly."

"And she'd totally stop us from supporting Iris," Demi chimed in.

"Exactly. We're family with Uncle Quentin. We need to be on his side and support the people he likes."

Sharon sighed heavily. "I'm not worried about your uncle getting a girlfriend. He's successful and handsome—every woman wants him. What I'm worried about is how to handle Winifred. The three of you still need her to pay for everything."

Ugh. She looked at her son, Caden. In an era where parents competed fiercely, she desperately wanted her son to have a head start. Going to a high-end bilingual preschool was mandatory.

But at eight thousand dollars a year, she and her husband simply couldn't afford it. That meant she had to rely on Winifred to cover it.