EMMA'S POV
The girls are four months old when Dominic's grandmother reappears.
I'm in the nursery changing Sophia when Mrs. Kowalski rushes in.
"She's here. Grace Westbrook. Downstairs. She says she wants to see the babies."
My stomach drops. "Where's Dominic?"
"At the office for that emergency meeting."
I pick up Sophia, go to the living room. Grace is standing by the window, perfectly dressed as always.
"Emma," she says coolly. "Or should I say, future Mrs. Westbrook?"
"What do you want, Grace?"
"To meet my great-granddaughters. Is that allowed?"
"Dominic isn't here."
"I came to see you, actually. And them."
She crosses to me, looks at Sophia. Her expression softens slightly.
"She looks like Dominic did as a baby."
I don't know what to say.
"May I hold her?"
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