Judy''s POV


    I was standing in the presence of Gavin''s mother. Donna Landry.


    She stared at me with such dismay that I stood there with unease bubbling in my belly. Daisy stood beside her with her arms folded across her chest and a smug smile on her lips. Thest thing I wanted right now was to have this altercation with them, especially while I was out to dinner with my family, in celebration of my fathering home.


    "So, you''re the hussy living in my son''s mansion," she said bluntly, her eyes scanned me from head to toe and I felt my cheeks burning as I stared back at her.


    The hussy living in her son''s mansion?


    "I... I''m sorry?" I asked, hating that I stammered, but I was genuinely confused. I had never met this woman a day in my life. How could she call me a hussy without even knowing me?


    My eyes flickered to Daisy who was now smirking as if she knew a dirty little secret.


    "Are you the reason my Gavin refused to marry Daisy?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me and drawing my attention back to her very displeased and stern face.


    I opened my mouth to speak, but she spoke again, silencing me.


    "Doesn''t matter," she said, holding up her hand. "Soon enough, my son wille to his senses. You aren''t anything to him so there''s no need for me to worry. He tells me everything and he didn''t even bother to tell me about you, which leads me to believe that you are nobody important."


    My chest tightened at her words. I didn''t want to feel disappointed, but I did. Daisy could see it too and this only made her smirk grow more. Without another word, his mother pushed passed me and back to her table, Daisy stayed behind for a minute, her eyes never leaving mine.


    "I''ve been a part of this family for a long time. I''ve been waiting for my chance with Gavin since he married my stupid sister. I''m not letting anyone...including you... stand in my way," she hissed, and then she too pushed past me and back towards her table.


    asma


    In


    I felt numb as made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I was in the closedpacity of the restroom tears spitted down my cheeks. L hated that I was showing this kind of weakness. I hated that I was hurt over the things someone I didn''t even know said. I knew I needed to speak to Gavin, but what was I supposed to tell him? That his mother cornered me in the restaurant, and she couldn''t stand me? That I stood no chance with him because I was nothing


    Would he believe them?


    Did it even matter? It''s not like we were in an actual rtionship, and yet, it felt


    like we were.


    I hated the effect this was having on me. I had my own issues and my own life needed to focus my


    attention on. I walked over to then et


    mirro groaning when I saw my face. It was obvious that I''d been crying. I turned on the faucet and sshed some cold water onto my face. I needed to make it look like I waspletely fine or else my parents would ask questions; questions that I didn''t want to answer.


    Once I was decent, I took a deep breath and rejoined my parents at the table. By the time I returned to the table, our food had already arrived My parents were the kind who wouldn''t eat unless everybody was seated and ready to eat. They both smiled at me with their hands


    neatly on theirps as I took my seat.