"Can whatever you have to say not wait till after dinner?" Theresa asked in a brisk tone.
"No!" Paisley snapped. I could see her fingers trembling around the glass in anxiety. "It can't wait."
"Very well," Theresa shrugged and forked a pea into her mouth elegantly. "As long as you don't feed us any garbage, or, try to chicken out of marrying my son because of some... lowlife!"
I dropped my fork and took my glass of red wine to calm my blood going hot. I reached under and took Alonso's hand in mine when I saw a resentful grimace form on his face.
Instead of thinking too much about Theresa's disdain, I focused on Paisley who did a great job of swallowing a large amount of spittle than hurrying up with what she had to say.
"I-i"
"Just say it, Paisley!" I squeaked unconsciously and froze when their attention swoop on me. I didn't mean to. I was growing irritated with her hesitation that it just came out.
"I'm trying, okay?" She reeled, "cut me some slack!"