Not With My Consent

“Arthur…” Mrs. Miriam Sinclair stepped beside Maeve, removing her gloves with deliberate precision. She handed both the gloves and her designer bag to Darlene without so much as a glance, like she owned the place. Her eyes locked onto her son with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “How could you not inform your own mother that Maeve is getting married?”

Diana quickly stepped forward, forcing a s