Capítulo 88: Best. Part. Ever.

After a while of deliberating and pacing around the conference room, James decided to return to Emma and his mother, Eleanor. 

He entered the room to see the three chatting, being civilized. He was taken aback. He had predicted it'd be by now Eleanor decided what she thought of Emma and they would've squabbled to each other -with the possible chance they'd rip each other's extensions or real hair out.

He told himself that couldn't possibly happen, and he was glad to be right. 

He smiled, kissing Emma sweetly on the forehead as he returned to his seat on the dinner table. 

He neared Emma, whispering, "I hope mother didn't give you a hard time getting along." 

Emma looked at James, seeming unfazed. 

"At one point of time, I did want to rip her jaw out, but we handled things. It went far better than expected," Emma lied. 

It had gone far worse than she expected, to tell the truth. 

"You sure?" James asked.