OOPS! I SENT IT TO MY BAD BOY STEPBROTHER !
I curtsied slightly, grabbing the glowing glass from her, before I took a sip.
“No, I do not, ma’am…. deathly allergic to it too.” She gasps, her hand pressed to her chest with concern.
“Oh, I will make sure to keep that in mind, dear. No more pineapples at any of our events.” Just before I could soak in their acceptance, Blair leaned towards her with a childish sigh before pouting again.
“But what about me, Grandma? I like pineapples.” Grandma Sterling nearly jumps when she speaks, pulling her glasses firmly on the bridge of her nose before squinting her eyes.