"I am not!" She denied the claim sternly, but neither Desmond nor his grandmother believed her.
The woman who didn't look old enough to have a grandson of Desmond's age held her hand out to take Zaria's. "So this is Zaria. She is more beautiful than you described and isn't she the loveliest?"
"Don't scare her." Desmond chuckled before leaning in to whisper to Zaria, "She talks a lot. If you are bored by her chatter, just say good things about Liam."
"I heard you." The woman glared at her grandson before pulling Zaria to her side as though snatching her from Desmond. "Forgive my manners and that of my grandson. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Isabella Alma Deandre but you can call me Izzie."
