"I heard your stomach rumble from over here. No argument, I'm getting you food." to Jonathan. From either.... Samantha Natalia or Gracie
Jonathan and Gracie had just got back from one of his parents’ galas. And hors d'oeuvres and wine only did so much. He’d only gone because it was a fundraiser for children’s medicine, one of the few things they could always get him to make an appearance at to remind people that they had an heir to the family fortune. And now his stomach was protesting loud enough that she'd picked it up from the other room.
“Argue about getting anything you make that will actually stick to my ribs over finger foods and what that fundraiser classified as an entree? That’s something I’d never do. My mother really liked you by the way, even if she didn’t really show it well. Getting a smile and cheek kisses from Jacqueline Thornwood? Basically only happens with her closest friends, me, or a well-paying investor. Dad? Much easier to tell that he likes you. He asked you to call him Bertrand, and didn’t bother asking how much you make a year.”
