180-degree turn

Grace approached the stairs, her gaze fixed ahead. Meanwhile, Old Mrs. Sullivan descended with deliberate slowness, her eyes gleaming with malice. With each step, she made sure to exaggerate her movements, her smirk widening as she drew closer to Grace.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't dear Grace," Old Mrs. Sullivan sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "Tell me, how does it feel to be doubted by the people you love the most?"

Grace's jaw clenched at the sound of Old Mrs. Sullivan's taunting tone, but she refused to rise to the bait. Instead, she held her head high, determined not to let her mother-in-law's words get to her.

Ignoring Old Mrs. Sullivan's jabs, Grace attempted to move past her, but the older woman stepped into her path, blocking her way with a malicious glint in her eyes.