Page 59 of Tangled Like Us
Her grandmother eats foie gras and Beluga caviar.
I grew up eating fried baloney three days a week.
Jane starts, “I—”
“I’m so glad you called,” she cuts her off.
She’s been calling.
I keep an eye on Jane more than anyone else. She’s worried about her cousin.
Maximoff is glaring at the phone, and Jane backs away from him like she can protect him from their grandmother at a distance.
Farrow has his hand on the back of Maximoff’s neck in comfort.
He’s lucky.
What I’d give to be able to—no, it can’t happen—for Jane. My thoughts are now a clusterfuck. I rake my hand across my jaw.
She starts again, “Grandmother—”
“I was disappointed that you put out a press release demeaning the advertisement. But I understand. Not everyone loves surprises.”
Farrow rolls his eyes.
“Grandmother. It was—”
“Better news is coming, dear.”
Jane sighs out in frustration from being cut off.
“I’ve scheduled an afternoon tea this Saturday,” her grandmother says.
“But—”
“And I’ve picked out the three best men from the resumes. You’ll find a winner in one of them.”
She takes a breath. “Grandmo—”
“I’ll send the details over. See you Saturday, and wear a dress.”
The line clicks.
“Shit,” Farrow curses.
Things are now fucking worse. I’ll have to vet three suitors. She’s gone from just entertaining the football player to now taking four men on a teadate.
Jane stares at the phone in a daze. “What just happened?”
Maximoff tries to unclench his fist. “You just got roped into afternoon tea.”
“I don’t even like tea and dresses,” she mutters. “And now she’s staging an episode ofThe Bachelorette.”
I look down at her. “You don’t have to do this,” I remind Jane.
She shakes her head like she’s disoriented. “No, I can just…I’ll take the football player to afternoon tea. The plan is the same that way. He can just upstage whatever men my grandmother chooses—”
A fist bangs the door loudly.
