Rebecca knew Irvin’s temperament all too well. People always thought he was mild-mannered and easy to get along with, but the truth was, he wasn’t someone you wanted to cross. Once he got angry, all bets were off and you really had no idea what he might do.
When Rebecca noticed Irvin turning toward Jennifer and Sophia, ready to confront them, she stayed calm, her face unreadable. Whether he was standing up for her or trying to ease their parents’ worries, it really made no difference to her. She only cared about one thing: whether Jennifer and Sophia would be walking out of here, or not.
They’d actually dared to lay hands on her mother, right in front of everyone. Did they have a death wish?
Rebecca glanced over and caught Madonna’s uncertain expression. Madonna looked torn, worried that Irvin might go too far but unsure if she should push the issue or just let it go. Rebecca reached out and gently patted her mother’s arm.
“Don’t worry. Everything’s fine,” she said softly.
Madonna seemed startled at first, but then she melted, her hand covering Rebecca’s with a warmth only a mother had. Her eyes were full of affection.
“Alright. If you say it’s fine, I trust you,” Madonna replied, her voice gentle.
There was something both familiar and new in that simple touch. It was warm. It was comforting. There was nothing awkward about it this time. Rebecca just looked back at her, taking it all in. Was this what having a mother felt like?
Paulina, never one to fall behind, hurried up and slipped her arm through Madonna’s. “Mom, Rebecca’s right. Irvin’s got this. He’ll handle everything.”
Madonna frowned, not bothering to hide her displeasure. Family harmony and her husband’s love had always made her life feel sweet and safe, almost like she’d been living in a bubble. Still, she’d seen enough of high society’s dirty tricks to know better than to let her guard down completely.


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