Page 78 of Everything Has Changed
I raise my hand to my face, patting at my cheeks. “Do I have something on me? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Maybe I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on with my granddaughter and the Mayor’s son, seeing as last time we spoke, you were upset he was helping you. But from where I was standing just now, I think something has changed.”
I open my mouth in preparation to deny everything, but this is my grandmother and I can’t lie to her. Instead, I drop my shoulders and admit the truth.
“I think everything has changed.”
“What do you mean, my darling?” She reaches out to brush a rogue piece of hair that fell in front of my face when I dropped my head. My eyes linger on my fingers that are attempting to knot themselves together.
“I think I’m developing feelings for him."
I’m still staring intently at my hands, which means I can’t see her face. So when she barks out a laugh, I jerk my head to look at her in question.
She covers her mouth with her hand as she shoots an apologetic look into the dining room. Only a few customers are hanging out, mostly locals catching up with each other.
“Why are you laughing at that?”
“You could have sounded a little happier at the admission, I have to admit.”
I huff, tossing my arms out beside me. “I can’t have feelings for the man!”
“And why not?” One of her eyebrows quirks at me. “Does he not like you?”
“I think he does. He seems like he does.”
“Then please explain to me what the problem is?”
“He’s—He’s Logan Spencer! And I’m just me.”
“Just you?” Ophelia scoffs. “He might be Logan Spencer—whatever that means. But you are Gwendolyn Prescott. You built this place.” She glances around the cafe before looking back at me. “From the ground up. And I don’t want to hear you say that I helped. I might have helped financially at first, but this is all you, sweet girl. Ask anyonein this town. You are kind and smart, and you have the biggest heart I have ever encountered. Not to mention so beautiful.”
I feel tears prick in my eyes. “You are obligated to say these things.”
“Maybe, but I would still say them, anyway. Because every word is true. That boy would be damn lucky to get an ounce of your love.”
I furrow my brow. “I didn’t say anything about love, Grandma.”
She chuckles. Her finger bops me lightly on the nose. “You didn’t have to.”
“It’s a little too soon to be sayingthat. I mean, we have only been working together a few weeks, and we just kissed the other day–-”
“Aha! I knew it!”
I gape at my grandmother. “How did you know?”
“I’ve been around a lot longer than you. I can tell these things. Plus, I know you like the back of my hand. You’ve been floating around the last few days. Not to mention yesterday you seemed a little mopey that Logan had to go out of town and couldn’t meet up to ‘talk’ about festival planning.” She air-quotes the word talk and exaggerates it with an unnecessary wink.
I roll my eyes. “I really did want to talk about festival plans,” I grumble. “Anything else would just be a nice little extra something.”
“All that evidence aside, all I had to do was watch the two of you right outside these windows a few minutes ago.”
My eyes widen. “Was it that obvious?”
Ophelia tucks her lips in her teeth, obviously fighting a smile.
Groaning, I fold my arms on the edge of the bakery case and drop my forehead down. God, I hope no one else saw that. Especially Camila. I don’t need to deal with anymore attitude from her.
Ophelia rubs a hand along my back. “Maybe it was obvious to me because I know what my grandchild looks like when she’s happy.”
