She tried to calm herself, forcing a smile that barely reached her eyes. “Dad, I just worry that if he doesn’t like something about the wedding, it’ll be such a waste. I mean, he’s only getting married this once.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Fiona said quietly, taking tiny sips of her soup.
Adelina’s face went paper-white, then turned a little green.
“Mom, what are you saying?” Belinda’s smile froze. “What do you mean, it’s not certain?”
Fiona finally looked up, taking her time. “With his awful temper, what if one day Adelina can’t take it anymore? If they split up, he’ll have to get married again, won’t he?”
“That’s not going to happen,” Belinda replied, sounding almost offended. “Adelina is crazy about him. They’ve known each other forever, she knows exactly what he’s like. If she couldn’t stand him, they wouldn’t be together, right?” She glanced at Adelina for backup.
Adelina nodded right away. “Of course.”
“I’m done eating.” Sophia flashed a smile at Ableson and Fiona. “Grandpa, Grandma, you two take your time.”
She pushed back her chair and stood up, just as Fiona set down her chopsticks. “I’m finished too. I’ll go make some tea and sit in the living room.”
Sophia called back her agreement, then changed direction, heading over to the tea table. She made a pot of green tea and brought it to the living room, settling in next to Fiona for a chat.
Not long after, Adelina finished her meal and went upstairs.
Belinda came into the living room. “Sophia, take a fruit platter up to Lance and Adelina.”
“I’m not going,” Sophia replied immediately, not even pausing to think about it. “Let Susan do it.”
Belinda gave her a disapproving look and sat down across from her, ready for a lecture. “Honestly, don’t you have any sense? They’re about to get married, you two need to get along or people will laugh at us. Go on now.”
Her attitude snapped Adelina out of her daydream. Adelina frowned, her voice sharp. “Don’t you know how to knock before coming into our room?”
Sophia paused in the doorway, then looked back with a smirk. “The door was open. Why should I knock?”
“You should still knock,” Adelina said, standing up. “You’re not a kid, do I really have to teach you manners?”
Sophia rolled her eyes. Adelina always acted like this—give her a little respect, and she’d want the world. It was never that Sophia didn’t want to get along, but Adelina was the queen of acting sweet while taking advantage.
“This is Lance’s room. I’ve never knocked when I come in here.”
Adelina crossed her arms. “It’s our room now. From now on, you knock.”
Sophia put her hands on her hips, digging her heels in. “Are you kidding me? I used to walk in all the time, even when Catherine and Lance were in bed. If you can’t handle it, that’s your problem.”

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