Page 74 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
“What exactly is going on in here?”
Maggie.
Of course.
She strides into the sitting room with the confidence of a woman who already knows she’s about to settle the argument. Her gaze sweeps over all of us before she lowers herself into the main armchair like a judge taking her seat on the bench.
“Would someone like to explain why people are shouting in my castle?”
Keira jumps in immediately.
“We want to organize a baby shower for Jane. Mom refuses.”
Maggie turns toward Isobel.
“Why?”
“You know perfectly well why. It’s American, flashy, and tasteless. We don’t do that in Scotland.”
The disgusted look on my aunt’s face nearly makes me laugh, but even if Iamconsidered the black sheep of the family, I’m not about to make things worse, so I focus very seriously on eating my scone instead.
Maggie nods slowly.
“Jane is American.”
“She lives in Scotland now,” Isobel counters.
“She’s carrying the McGregor heir.”
A heavy silence falls over the room.
Isobel stiffens.
“Exactly. The McGregor heir deserves Scottish traditions to be respected.”
Maggie smiles.
The dangerous kind of smile that means she’s already made up her mind and no one on earth is changing it.
“We will organize a baby shower.”
Isobel pales.
“But—”
“A Scottish one, naturally.”
I bite back a grin.
Well played, Grandma.
Isobel barely manages to contain her outrage.
“This is indecent!”
Maggie rises with royal dignity.
“Jane is carrying the McGregor heir. She deserves to have that honored. But we’ll do it with class. A formal afternoon tea with a few discreet American touches. And we’ll incorporate Scottish traditions to balance everything.”
