Chapter 29
Chapter 29:
“How can we overlook introductions at your own welcome home party?”
Not only Nyla, but Eric and Linda also gave Hadley bewildered looks, their expressions filled with curiosity.
Hadley paid no mind to their stares and offered Nyla a reassuring smile.
“Don’t worry about it. Your generosity in arranging this event is more than enough for me. The finer details aren’t important.”
“But…”
Hadley noticed Nyla’s lingering concern and reassured her further.
“There will be other opportunities.”
That seemed to resolve the matter.
Nyla took Hadley’s hand gently and gave it a comforting pat.
“I’m so sorry things unfolded like this.”
“Please, there’s no need for apologies. I’m quite alright.”
As she withdrew her hand, Hadley insisted,
“The guests shouldn’t be kept waiting. Go ahead without me. I’m not quite dressed for the occasion.”
Nyla exhaled a resigned sigh, torn but accepting.
“Look after yourself, and let’s chat later.”
“Of course.”
“Nyla.” With a warm smile, Linda looped her arm through Nyla’s.
“Don’t be upset. Now that Hadley’s here, she’ll have plenty of time to spend with you. Why don’t I accompany you this evening?”
“Nyla.” With a chuckle, Nyla affectionately squeezed Linda’s hand. “I love you too. Both of you are like granddaughters to me.”
They shared a laugh and moved on.
Eric initially followed but paused after a few paces, turning to look back at Hadley.
He observed her retreating figure from afar.
Her silhouette appeared solitary, prompting a frown from Eric… Had he been too harsh?
“Eric?”
Linda realized he was lagging behind and turned to see him staring at Hadley from afar.
She bit her lip slightly. “Did my earlier words upset you?”
“No.” Eric reassured her as he met her gaze. “You were protecting Grandma from worry. You acted appropriately. Why would I hold that against you?”
Linda’s face lit up with relief.
“I appreciate your understanding. Shall we?”
“Sure.”
Hadley found herself at a secluded table, surrounded by strangers. Not recognizing anyone suited her just fine—she preferred solitude anyway.
Yet, her expectations for a quiet evening were quickly dashed. Her tablemates whispered and glanced at her attire disapprovingly.
“Who is that?”