Zavian's POV.
I frown at my grandmother, her rudeness catching me totally off guard. I simply send a glance to Florette and move back to the couch, trying my best to hold in my words.
I plop down on the couch at the same time that Florette storms off, her footsteps now heavier than when she was coming down the stairs. Immediately she is gone, I send a look to my grandma and she physically recoils, her fingers twiddling with each other.
"Ma, why would you--?"
"I don't like that girl"
"So?"
"What do you mean 'so'?" She asks.
"So what if you don't like her?" I ask lowly, trying not to shout. "You don't even have to be concerned about her at all, but shouldn't insult her like that. She did not do anything to make her deserve that.
"I just... You seem so interested in her by the
