Chapter 469 - Flint Family (2/2)
The Greengrass family finally come to a halt before them as Stephen greets the elder Greengrass Matriarch. ”The Flint family welcomes the Greengrass Family, and their Matriarch,” Stephen courteously declared with a bow as both families bow to each other in greeting.
Ethel Greengrass waves her hand in reply and impatiently interjects, ”I am old, Flint, please lead us to your parlor.”
Terry blanches at his great-grandmother's words as does Silvia as their gazes meet in the hallway in panic. At this rate, their courtship was doomed before it even started! What were they to do?!
Benedict and Constance already used to such antics by the Greengrass Matriarch flash their hosts very calm smiles in response. ”Please forgive my grandmother,” Benedict cheerfully replied. ”It is almost lunch time, and she always gets downright irritable if she misses her tea.”
”Of course,” Halina said in understanding and acknowledging the elderly Veela's demeanor. ”Please come this way,” before tugging on her husband to pull him out of his stupor.
Unable to completely hide his frown, Stephen leads the way to the adjoining parlor. His son's and their wives follow as does his daughter. Trailing behind her is the Greengrass family as they all take a seat in the brightly sunlit room. The room has delicate china vases, floral print walls, and gorgeous furnishings. It was overall a tasteful ambiance.
The two families seat themselves on opposing sides of the table as the house elves serve tea and snacks. Once the house elves are gone, the only sound heard is the exchange of pleasantries and of tea. The first duo to break the silence is Constance and Halina, the two witches are rather good friends as they begin to chatter about their grandchildren.
Constance laughs beautifully at Halina's description of her two grandsons. Constance shakes her head and chuckles, ”Oh, Halina, my four girls are all desperate at this point. They each at least have two girls and not a single boy in sight. But they will not quit until, they give their husbands an heir. At least, your two daughters-in-law's have done their duty.”
”I know,” Halina murmured in reply with a bit of envy seen in her eyes.
Halina was quite envious of Constance and all her grandchildren as Halina's only two sons only had one child each, a son. She rather wanted at least one granddaughter to dote upon, but neither of her two sons seemed to be in any hurry to produce another child. She had no choice, but to place all her hopes on her daughter, and her would be suitor, Terry Greengrass. And she honestly rather liked the boy, but more importantly, this branch of the Greengrass's always produced more daughters than sons. It was a win-win situation for both parties in her humble opinion.