If Claudia Corner had any idea what waited in store for her son after she left, it would not be a gross exaggeration to say she would have thought up of some excuse to take him with her and never, never return; particularly not if she wanted to cling dearly to her rather tragic delusions of her son being able to produce any other future grandchildren. But being that precognition was not amidst her vast array of talents, she could have no idea of the fate she'd left her son to. A fate Gabriel might have been aware of, whether from the steely glint in his wife's eye or the rather sinister curl of her lip. The gratuitous knife-work whilst she sliced the raspberry torte, of course, had to have been a coincidence.
After bidding both sets of in-laws good-night, Rachel barely waited for them to be out the door before stalking off, whereabouts unbeknownst to her husband.
And Rachel knew, she just knew, that the coward would be slinking off to his little haven in order to avoid having to own up to his enormous gaffe, hoping she'd be sound asleep by the time he crept up to the bedroom with his tail between his legs! Well, if that's what Gabriel thought married life was going to be like with her, he was sadly, sadly mistaken. Which was why she beat him to the library, pacing furiously like a prowling cat whilst she waited for him to enter.
"What," she began, eyes narrowing to slits even as her eyebrows began to lift, "in Merlin's name was your mother talking about this evening, Gabriel Lawrence?"
They both knew exactly what it was, naturally. She just wanted to see him voice it under the force of her icy glare.
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