Elliot Sheridan rarely smiled, and Miss Sheridan hadn't seen her grandson smile at a girl in a long time.
She understood then. 'This little gal is really something else.'
After dinner, it was already past seven o'clock.
Miss Sheridan always kept a very regular schedule: up at six in the morning and in bed by eight sharp.
Before leaving, the old woman pulled Georgia Thorne aside to speak with her alone.
Georgia tensed up. 'Is she going to drop another bombshell on me before she leaves?'
"What are you afraid of? You're the apple of my grandson's eye. If I bullied you, he'd turn right around and accuse me of pulling rank because of my age!" Miss Sheridan shot her a look.
"Er…" Georgia chuckled sheepishly. She had to admit, Elliot Sheridan was definitely the type to do something like that.
"You know, you're not even that pretty. How on earth did my grandson fall for you?"
