(Coral’s POV)
I stood at the base of the stairs, double-checking my outfit in the hallway mirror. My black blouse and tailored jeans felt comfortable yet polished enough for the meeting ahead. I reached for my bag as Grandma walked in from the living room.
“I’m heading to the packhouse for the meeting,” I told her, adjusting the strap on my shoulder.
She tilted her head, concern flashing in her eyes. “Do you want me to come with you, Coral? You know I don’t mind.”
I smiled, shaking my head gently. “No, Grandma, it’s fine. Dad’s actually coming with me.”
Before she could respond, Beta Gregory chimed in from the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “That’s right, Iris. You can’t run everything. I’m going with my daughter, and you can stay here to help out your d
