DIANA SPARKLES
"How can you be so careless, Celine?" I questioned, feeling devastated by the humiliation.
"How could I possibly be mistaken?" she inquired, sounding bewildered. "Auntie, how could I have known he was feigning an allergic reaction? Turns out he's inherited his mother's talent for deception.”
““What did you say?” I felt agitated by her comment. “Did you forget that you’re talking about my grandson?” I glared at her.
What is she trying to point out? My grandson is a liar?
Celine frowned, seeming displeased. “Auntie, how can you blame me after everything I did for him? I was always there, trying to please him and be his mother, and now you're blaming me for one little issue?” She retorted, “If that's the case, then you're to blame as well, aren't you, Auntie? H
