Chapter 155: Bonding (3)
Tyrion was rewarded with a kiss, but to his dismay, it was only a peck on his lips.
His gaze was fixed on Penelope, noting how excited she was to attend the gathering.
"Would you have agreed not to go if I stood my ground?" Tyrion inquired.
"Yes. I would have considered your feelings since she is your grandmother. I value your opinion as I hope you value mine. I want to cut this foolish battle with your grandmother short so I don’t need to face it later on," Penelope said. "She needs to see that I am not a child to order around."
Penelope stepped away from Tyrion and pulled her dress up to go to the door.
"Think of all the future dinners we will have with your family. I don’t want them to be filled with drama. With your grandmother trying to provoke us to return," said Penelope.
"Every dinner with my grandmother is troublesome. What you are doing will never change that. What if I wanted to sit with your grandmother, Melanie? How would you feel?" Tyrion asked, curious.
"I wouldn’t stop you. Maybe you will be able to talk some sense into her. I don’t hate her, but I am not fond of how she speaks about my mother before us. Once I was old enough, I realised she tried to paint my mother as the villain," Penelope said, thinking of her past.
Penelope continued, "My mother doesn’t deserve what is said by my grandmother, and I regret not noticing what my grandmother was doing sooner. I don’t want to be anyone who speaks terribly of my family."
"Then I will not meet with her," Tyrion said.
"You may meet with her if you please," Penelope said, having no issue with it. "Though I am certain she will say that I am not acting ladylike, so you will need to be careful. She is quite proud of my aunt Melody, who has become a governess."