It happened suddenly, leaving everyone stunned. My parents and Charles Lisbon rushed over to wipe the sticky orange juice off my clothes while I looked at the angry child quietly, still in shock. He was only five years old, but he looked like his mother.
He was an adorable child, but at that moment, his eyes were full of anger. He was like a knight fighting for justice.
Selene Hecks, Charles’ cousin, came over while pulling him along and said lightly, “Georgie, this isn’t your dad; he’s your uncle.” She dragged him away without even a word of criticism or blame.
Mom was furious and shouted at her, “Stop! Apologize to my daughter! Is this how you discipline your child?!”
Selene was indifferent, and a frown married her face. She acted as if we were making trouble for no reason.
“He’s still a child. What does he know?”
“Are you the same, then?” I asked back in a deep voice, my anger ignited as well.
My boyfriend’s parents had also started with their chiding. They were not trying to persuade Selene and her child to apologize but were trying to get me to be more generous.
“Celia, let’s not make a fuss with the child. It’s a happy day for everyone today,” they said, their words painting me like I was the one causing trouble unreasonably.
Today was the first time my family and Charles’ were formally meeting each other, and every important relative was present. I even wore a dress that I usually would not wear for this meeting.
However, Georgie Morrison had now soaked my dress which cost over two thousand dollars with a beverage. I was furious. He did not even apologize.
The atmosphere began to sour.
At this time, my nephew, who was standing to the side, picked up a beverage and splashed it on Georgie.
Chaos descended as Selene screamed in shock, wiping the stain with a tissue before looking up to glare at us.
