She looked at aunt Maureen neutrally, not admitting or denying anything. When her aunt realized that she was not going to get anything out of Phoebe, she gave up. But it strengthened her determination to get closer to this niece of hers, if she could see the future accurately, it was possible that she could see the past too.
If she could see the past, maybe she would be able to see what exactly had happened to her father on the island of no return.
Old lady Mayfair was also deep in thought, pondering on what she had heard about Sabrina, if you took her future into consideration, things were not all bad. She would have a respectable career and beco an influential young woman worthy of everyone's admiration. In the grand sche of things, Andre could do much worse than a presidential press secretary, his past girlfriends were proof of that.
He never dated won from founding families, always ordinary won in the entertainnt business. Sabrina would be a welco change despite her shortcomings. Grandma Mayfair started finding herself on board the longer she thought and when she made her mind up, she smiled.
"Well, I guess she can stay." she said. She looked at Phoebe and asked, "How many children will they have?"
Phoebe grinned widely, "Three, one nad after you."
Grandma Mayfair was even happier, and she laughed brightly. "Really! well, I guess that we cannot co in between their destiny of becoming man and wife. I have to help both of those children to beco better people whether they want to or not." She said, playful curiosity lingering in her eye, suddenly Sabrina did not seem so bad at all, and she could not wait to brag about her granddaughter in-law when she becos the presidential palace press secretary.
Phoebe hugged her grandmother's arms and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, Nana, I knew that you would eventually understand." Phoebe's voice was filled with relief.
Grandma Mayfair patted Phoebe's cheek gently and then she stood up. She walked out determinedly to go and begin her mission of turning Sabrina into an upright young woman.
Aunt Maureen laughed, a loud sound that had a tinge of mockery. "Believe when I tell you that this has nothing to do with mother's understanding nature. It is all because of what she has heard about Sabrina's future, all the ill feelings she had about the girl went flying out of the window when she heard her granddaughter in law will be a presidential press secretary and continue the family lineage. Prepare to see Sabrina at family events and all dinners." She leaned forward; her face adjusted to beco more serious. "Outside of this, you look sowhat agitated, and I am certain that it's because of what Dickson did this morning, are you sure that you are alright?" Worry laced her tone.
Phoebe rolled her eyes dismissively. "Aunt that roach does not have what it takes to scare anymore. This ti it will be I that will torture him and send him to his final resting place. I am bothered by sothing else....." Moria's face flashed in her mind, and she went silent, contemplating on whether to confide in her aunt or not.
Aunt Maureen was not that experienced in the dating field perhaps she was not the right person to talk to about her boyfriend's ex suddenly appearing with the intention of getting him back.
Having read the hesitation in her eyes, aunt Maureen suggested that they go for a walk at the avenue street. "It will be good for you." She proposed as she stood, leaving no room for protests.
Phoebe followed her and they embarked on a slow walk with her aunt holding one of her hands as if she was guiding a toddler that was unable to walk on her own. Avenue street led straight to the mall where Mr. Alton's shop was located and as they ca closer to the mall, Phoebe had an idea which made laugh.
"Aunt you do not have to ander around it, if you want to see Mr. Alton, I am happy to go with you."
Phoebe's playful comnt made Maureen pause in her tracks. Now, she could see the similarities in Phoebe and Jennie's characters.
"Wipe that sly smile off your cheeks baby, it is not what you are thinking, I do want to see him, that you are right about however I am genuinely concerned about him as a guardian first. I want to know what happened to his wife, if nothing happened then my mind will be put to rest and maybe we can go on another date." She wiped invisible sweat away from her forehead and pushed her hair back.
The truth was that Maureen had liked Mr. Alton upon setting her eyes on him but the man seed deeply troubled.
Maureen pulled Phoebe to sit down under the chairs and umbrella of a cafe near the mall.
"Anyway, forget , tell what is bothering you, if it is not Dickson then my suspicions run straight to David. What has he done to bother you other than give you queen treatnt." Maureen rested her hands in her trench coat, the rain had co to a stop, but it was still very cold.
A young waiter stopped by and they made a coffee order to go, which Phoebe found silly as she owned a cafe. Uncertainty pooled in her eyes as the waiter pulled away and she found herself alone with her aunt.
"It is about him, his ex I an I don't know if I should call her that but anyway, she is back in town." Phoebe voice was calm although deep down worry was beginning to gnaw at her, not because she did not trust David but because she worried about the havoc Moria was about to cause. Havoc often left victims in the way, victims like Gemma.
"Moria Mortir is back?" Maureen posed a question, her right hand ca out of the pocket and pulled on Phoebes hand that was resting on the black table.
Blinking rapidly, Phoebe asked if her aunt knew her, it was not bad to gather information about her. "You know Moria!" she exclaid, "Have you had an encounter with her in the past?" She queried.
She had assud that her aunt maybe didn't know Moria, she had left the founding lane as soon as she could and rarely ca back over the years.
In response, Maureen nodded. "Most people from the founding families tend to know each other, we socialize a lot because of the social functions. Thank God the balls and parties have been cut down, there used to be two each week when I was growing up." She shivered as if she dreaded them. Anyway, I know that skunk. She was always acting high and mighty because she was betrothed to David.
To date I still do not understand parents that think that it's okay to make deals on their children's futures just to strengthen their power and financial stability. Betrothals were common among the Saxon's until uncle Rufus fell ill and aunt Prudence took over leadership of the family. If Moria is back, then she must be bothering you. Is my guess correct?"
Phoebe did not have to admit it, Maureen read it in her eyes, and she sneered.
"I will pluck that skunk's eyes out if she dares to harm you. I am not kidding; I will ruin her and nobody will touch ." She narrowed her stern eyes, she was not joking about her threat.
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