Chapter 3 - Vanessa Forces A Laugh To Cover Her Panic
Vanessa’s manicured fingers twitched nervously against the linen tablecloth as she reached out to pat Nathan’s arm.
“Darling, please tell the maid to take her child back to the servants' quarters before dinner gets completely cold,” Vanessa urged.
Her voice sounded strained, a subtle tremor betraying the cool, untouchable socialite facade she normally projected.
Nathan slowly pulled his arm away from Vanessa’s touch, his gaze narrowing as he observed her sudden nervous sweat.
“Sophia doesn't watch television shows with sign language, Vanessa. She only signs what she experiences,” Nathan replied quietly.
A murmur of unease spread among the aunts and cousins who had spent months praising Vanessa’s pristine engagement planning.
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Vanessa’s smile tightened into a rigid grimace as she realized her carefully orchestrated control was slipping away.
“Are you seriously listening to a deaf toddler over your own future bride?” Vanessa demanded, her voice rising in pitch.
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