She starts again, “Grandmother—” “I was disappointed that you put out a press release demeaning the advertisement. But I understand. Not everyone loves surprises.” Farrow rolls his eyes. “Grandmother. It was—” “Better news is coming, dear.” Jane sighs out in frustration from being cut off. “I’ve scheduled an afternoon tea this Saturday,” her grandmother says. “But—” “And I’ve picked out the three best men from the resumes. You’ll find a winner in one of them.” She takes a breath. “Grandmo—” “I’ll send the details over. See you Saturday, and wear a dress.”
I fucking hate her
