You must be Giselle

I rubbed my clammy fingers against my dress. Her eyes scanned me from my head and to my toe.

“You must Giselle. The woman's who has stolen my grandbaby's heart.” She said, her face grim and Lynnie giggled at her grandmother's words.

I didn't know if I should nod or not.

She moved gracefully, her heels clicking behind her until she was standing directly in front of me.

She stood towering over me and she bent like she wanted to scan my face properly.

I tried to bend away from her touch as much as I could.

She had her son's eyes.

“I heard you were involved in my baby's kidnap.” I swallowed at the steely look in her eyes.

My heart pounded harshly. I had no idea what to say. She was invading my personal space.

“I-I-I didn't mean to.” I stumbled over my words.

“Hmm.” She clicked, her unwavering gaze still on my face.

“I also heard you were married to that brute.” She pulled back a little.

“I-I.”

“In our world, debts are always paid back in full.” My breathe hitched. “You've lost enough so