Chapter 12Coming down the winding staircase, Chad saw his grandmother standing impatiently in the high-ceilinged foyer. The brass chandelier that shone above cast an angelic glow over her. Yet her expression was all devil. When he came to the last few steps, she turned, her eyes settling on him with her usual judgment.
“I don’t want to hear it, Grandmother.”
“But, Chad, dear, that’s not how to dress for a dinner party.”
“Grandmother, it’s a different era, no one wears a suit and tie on a Saturday night.”
She wore a fine dark-green dress patterned with black swirls, pearls around her neck and in her earlobes. He wore his jeans and a tight-fitting button-down shirt and he’d left it untucked.
“Could you at least put on a blazer?”
He whipped it around from behind, where he’d been holding
