It was about time Vinnie gotten around to meeting Mrs. Pendergast. In all honestly, it had been Helen herself that had delayed the first meeting. It had taken her some time to get to a point where she felt ready. Felt more like herself. Being with her husband and daughter had made the adjustment far easier. Now, there was something more of the Helen of old.
"There's no need to look so nervous, Vinnie. I'm not going to bite."
It was Vinnie who'd suggested the meeting. After months of delicately tip-toeing around the subject of his girlfriend's once-dead-now-very-much-alive mother, and with their plans to move in together all but solidified (still missing the crucial "tell the parents" step), Vinnie and Isabella had agreed that it was finally time to meet the family matriarch.
Nervousness had twisted his stomach in knots leading up to the meeting. Now that he was actually in her company, however, Vinnie was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. Helen Pendergast had a natural warmth about her that Vinnie hadn't been expecting. In fact, a lot about Isabella's mother was unexpected -- in the best way possible.
He felt his face redden at her gentle chiding. "Yes, ma'am," he said, still not sure where she stood on formalities. He'd always addressed Isabella's father as sir.
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"There's no need to look so nervous, Vinnie. I'm not going to bite."
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Nervousness had twisted his stomach in knots leading up to the meeting. Now that he was actually in her company, however, Vinnie was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. Helen Pendergast had a natural warmth about her that Vinnie hadn't been expecting. In fact, a lot about Isabella's mother was unexpected -- in the best way possible.
He felt his face redden at her gentle chiding. "Yes, ma'am," he said, still not sure where she stood on formalities. He'd always addressed Isabella's father as sir.