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Chapter Notes: Hey guys, I want to thank all of you guys that have reviewed and also those of you that keep reading, you guys keep me writting!! :]]
Oh and a certain little detail had been brought to my attention a little while ago. If you notice, in the chapter "Ring In Wine" Connor's last name is Waters and in any other chapter it's been Mitchell, simple explanation, I was going to put it in this chapter but it made it sound stupid so I decided to put it here. Connor's mother's maiden name is Waters, so his name is Connor Mitchell Waters, he sometimes uses both Mitchell and Waters, sorry if anyone was confused!
Chapter 9: Disapproval
The next two days following the engagement party went by in a flash. I hadn’t seen an appearance of Alice or him again, which was a relief for me. I kept telling myself that what I saw was most likely a hallucination, but a minute part of me wishes that it wasn’t. I didn’t dare tell anyone about what I had seen, not even Jacob; I decided to keep it to myself and rather mot let anyone think I had gone insane.
Now a new thought had occupied my brain and because of it I grew more and more nervous at the arrival of the weekend. I wouldn’t have been so nervous to announce my engagement to Connor’s mother and father, but now Connor told me that his grandmother was coming along, too.
I had never met Connor’s grandmother before, and Connor warned me that she was going to be difficult.
“I’m sure she’ll love you, Bella, who wouldn’t?” Angela assured me that morning.
I bit my lip, “I’m still scared, she sounds like those grandmothers you see in the movies, superior to everyone and inferior to no one.”
Angela shook her head, “don’t freak yourself out, yet. Just wait and see, she might be a great delight.” She continued and sipped her coffee. “I guarantee you she’ll love you very much, just like Connor’s mother.”
“I hope so,” I told her chewing on my bagel.
Angela got up to wash her dishes, “um, Bella, I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” she said.
“What is it?” I asked her still eating my bagel.
She leaned on the counter, “well, you know I really appreciate you moving in with me here three years ago when I needed help paying the rent,” she bit her lip, “but, well, Ben has asked me to move in with him and I told him yes. I‘m moving in with him in a week.”
“Oh, okay.” I said.
“I don’t know if you might be able to afford paying the rent by yourself, I can help you out if you want.” She offered.
“I can afford it,” I assured her, “Connor has found me a pretty good job, now, in the firm where I get better payment and better respect, unlike my other one” I explained, “so don’t worry about me, Angela.”
“Oh, that’s good then.” She smiled.
“It’ll be lonely here though,” I admitted and she nodded, “but that’s great that Ben is asking you to move in with him,” I cheered.
She smiled, “I know!” She dried her hands and walked into the hallway, “when’s Connor coming to pick you up?” She called.
“An hour,” I called back, “I have to hurry up,” I mumbled to myself.
“All right, then, good luck with your grandmother in law,” she said heading for the door, “I want to hear all about it when you’re back.” And with that she exited the door heading for work.
Connor came punctual as always. “You didn’t have to dress up, you know,” he joked.
“I didn’t, did I? Is this too much?” I began to panic, “I can change if the skirt is too much.”
He laughed, “no, Bella, you look fantastic,” he said giving me a kiss, “plus we’re matching.” He said.
I laughed, we were matching. Red blouse on me and red buttoned up shirt for him, black knee-high skirt on me and black pants on him.
We reached Connor’s apartment in about an hour.
His parents would soon arrive and I began to get nervous again about meeting his grandmother.
I sat in the chairs on his terrace, overlooking the mountains and buildings surrounding us. Connor came outside with a smile, “you hardly come out here to my apartment, it’s nice seeing you here,” he said coming to sit by my side and cradling me in his arms.
“I know, my truck can hardly do the trip here, anymore,” I snuggled close to his warm chest.
“You should really get a new car, Bella,” he said, “your truck is going to give up soon.”
“No it’s not, it still holds up fine, and I love my truck, I don’t want to give it up.” I said beginning to get stubborn.
He chuckled, “okay, okay.” He hugged me tight, “I’ll get you a car when it finally gives up.”
I nodded, “thank you,” and kissed him softly.
He sighed after a few minutes of silence, “wow, I’m engaged to the greatest person in the world,” he said.
“So am I.” I agreed and gave him another kiss, more passionate than the last.
“I’m still in shock you said yes to me, Bella.” He admitted.
I laughed and looked at him, “why, did you think I was going to say no to you?” I asked in disbelief.
He nodded slightly, “yes, I actually did think you were going to reject me,” he grinned, “but I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Of course I didn’t, I wouldn’t say no to you, Connor,” I clarified.
He beamed, “and because of that, you have made me the happiest man on this Earth, Isabella.” I blushed and his smile grew more brightly.
“Hopefully I will continue to make you the happiest man when and after we get married,” I said breathing in his scent and brushing his hair.
He leaned his head on mine and sighed, “of course you will, Bella, I will be happy until the day I die, maybe even after that, as long as I have you.” He cuddled me.
The doorbell rang, then, and I tensed in Connor’s arms. He laughed, “Come on,” he said getting us up from the chair and headed towards the door.
Connor stopped at the door to look at me, “I’m scared,” I admitted to him, shyly.
He swept a lock of hair that had escaped to my eyes sweetly and gave me a soft kiss, making me forget my worries. “Don’t worry, my grandmother will love you, Bella.” He held my hand and opened the door.
“Hello, there!” A gentle voice cooed from the entrance as soon as Connor opened the door. A petite middle-aged blonde sprung forward with a joyful smile. I immediately smiled as Connor’s mother came to greet us. Her blue eyes shining with glee as she saw her son and me.
Connor immediately hugged his mother and then she came over to greet me. “Hello, Mrs. Mitchell,” I said politely as she hugged me.
She looked taken aback, “Bella, I told you to call me Valerie,” she playfully nudged me on the arm. I smiled, loving how down-to-earth Connor’s mother always was with me.
Connor’s father, a tall auburn-haired, green-eyed man, walked in moments later, smiling brightly. It always amazed me how much Connor looked like his father, aside from a few details he got from his mother, he was the spitting image of his father.
I noticed he was escorting a small, wrinkle-faced blue-eyed older woman who I only guessed to be Connor’s grandmother. I noticed instantly, her old-fashioned class, just as Connor had said. For a woman of 74, she carried herself fully upright, with her nose in the air and her eyes wandering around the room, judging.
Connor’s father greeted us warmly, as usual. Unlike Mrs. Mitchell, Mr. Mitchell was more reserved, but still warm and kind.
“Great to see you again, Bella.” Mr. Mitchell took my hand in his and kissed it gently.
“Thank you, it’s great to see you, too Mr. Mit-- Hunter,” I corrected myself as his face was forming the same expression Mrs. Mitchell had.
Connor took over then, “Grandmother Margaret,” he grabbed his grandmother’s hand gently, “this is Isabella Swan,” he pulled her up to me, “the girl I wanted you to meet. My girl.” He said with a smile.
Connor’s parents smiled encouragingly, as Grandmother Margaret observed me from head to toe. “Hello.” She said coldly and wandered into the living room.
I looked up staggered at Connor, he had his eyebrows raised in surprise, but he smiled warmly and trailed after his grandmother. I let go of his hand, still in shock about how unfriendly Connor’s grandmother had been.
I looked over to Connor’s parents, Valerie smiled sympathetically and rubbed my arm encouragingly. Hunter shrugged with a sad smile, he knew his mother too well and knew she would act like this.
Connor’s mother held my hand and tugged me into the living room.
I walked over to Connor’s side, who was standing on the other side of the coffee table. Connor’s family was sat themselves on the couch opposite of us.
I looked up a Connor, my face contorted, and mouthed out a ‘no’. He looked back at me with begging eyes and I could not deny him, no matter how much I didn’t want to announce our engagement to his grandmother.
I held Connor’s hand tightly in mine, beginning to shiver with worry.
“Mother,” Connor began the announcement, “Father, Grandmother,” he said addressing them all, “I have to announce that my sweet Isabella here,” he smiled warmly at me, “has accepted to marry me.” Connor smiled brightly.
I heard a thrilled shriek emerge from Connor’s parents, and for a moment I felt the happiness return to me, as his parents cheerfully hugged us both. Then I was pounded by hurt and rejection as Connor’s grandmother stood up from the couch with a hard face, her voice boomed a “no!” and everything stopped.
Connor’s parents stared at her in shock and disbelief , Connor looked like he was about to cry, and as for me, my heart skipped a beat, all blood drained from my face, and my legs felt like jelly beneath me. I held onto Connor to keep myself up and not fall apart just then.
Grandmother Margaret kept her furious stance in front of us, her eyes glaring at me, her tiny wrinkly hands balled into tight fists, and her thin lips pressed into a hard line. She looked almost evil looking at us like that.
Connor was the first to speak up, his voice full of hurt, “Grandmother, please…” he began to beg.
His grandmother put up one of her fingers to shut him up, “I do not approve of this engagement, Connor,” he voice was harsh, “how can you marry her?” She spat, not caring if the very person she was speaking so rudely about was standing before her.
“I love her.” Connor defended, his voice no longer sad but angry.
Margaret laughed without humor, “how can you possibly love that she--”
Connor walked forward almost knocking into the coffee table, “that’s enough of your insults grandmother, you have no right to talk to my fiancée in such manner, she has done nothing for you to treat her like that.” Connor heaved.
“She doesn’t have to, I already have a good sense of her,” she looked at me with disgust.
I didn’t know what to say, I just stood there, barely breathing. I had never been treated like that in my life, it was horrifying. I didn’t think that Connor’s grandmother was going to be that ruthless.
“You really have no idea of what you are talking about, mother,” Hunter stepped in looking aggravated, “Isabella is a wonderful woman, she is loving and kind,” he defended me.
Grandmother Margaret huffed and rolled her eyes.
Valerie stayed as quiet as I was, I guessed that maybe she had been in the same situation when she and Hunter had announced their engagement.
“I want no part in this engagement,” Margaret fumed, “do what you will, Connor, but I assure you this woman is not right for you.” She began to make her way to the front door.
“Why not?” Connor demanded.
“She’s not like us,” his grandmother said not turning to look at us, “she’s not like you.”
I tried to grasp what she would mean by that but I couldn’t really understand. I looked at Connor and I guessed he understood, his face was insulted.
“She doesn’t belong with us, Connor.” She added finally turning.
“You are ridiculous, grandmother,” Connor said staggered, “you’re still living in your time, just because Bella is not our class of money, you reject her.”
Then I understood perfectly. Connor’s grandmother had grown up in an old fashioned high society place, no doubt no one from a lesser class would marry her ‘kind’. Now she saw it like I was interfering with her and her family’s money, like I was only using Connor.
Grandmother Margaret turned and left out the door. Leaving me feeling low, her words had sunk into me. I felt as if I didn’t deserve Connor, I felt like I was a nobody as I most likely was in her view.
End notes: How mean is Connor's grandmother? Tell me what you think about this chapter, and don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the Cullens.
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