Seventy One

"You called for me, and here I am." Abigail said sitting in front of her grandmother.

"At least you could try plastering a fake smile on your face, and act like you are happy to see your grandmother." Mrs Weston taunts, Abigail rolled her eyes.

"Why did you call for me?" Abigail drawled. She wasn't in the mood for her grandmother's grand plan on how to control her life more further.

"Have you divorced him?" Mrs Weston asked going straight to the point.

"If you wanted to know that, you should have asked me on the phone." Abigail rubbed her forehead tiredly. She did not drive all the way to her grandma's just so they could chit-chat about her love life. More importantly, she didn't want to talk about Marcel.. anything but him.

"I had rather look you in the face as you tell me." Mrs Weston shrugged.

"I’m pretty sure that your wannabes agent you got tailing and stalking every single event in my life, must have informed you of our divorce. But fine, I will tell you."

Abigail had noticed