"You better have a solid explanation today, or I'll see you in court, thinking you're some kind of blueblood."
With that, Mom grabbed her bag, dragging me out in a whirl.
I turned back gleefully, taunting them with a mocking, "Na-na-na-na-na."
This holiday had been a complete circus, Dad had been on his knees for two days without Mom's forgiveness.
Meanwhile, the family business hit a snag, with the Taylor Group circling like sharks. Best strategy now? Team up with the Taylors.
I met the famous CEO, proposing a merger through marriage, spelling out the ups and downs crystal clear.
He agreed without hesitation, puzzled, I asked why.
Sure, marrying me wasn't losing out, but it wasn't his top pick either.
"Heard Miss Colder's got a knack for handling the family bigwigs."
Got it, even the best judge can't untangle family knots.
News of my February wedding got out, and Grandma's folks were on edge, drove over in the dead of night to "persuade" me.
Even brought along my cousin from my uncle's side to convince me.
"Jessie, don't shoot the messenger, but stepping into high society ain't a cakewalk, thought you prided yourself on being a strong, independent woman? Got dazzled by some dollars, huh?"