Old Mr. Carter turned slowly as he heard her approach.
He smiled faintly. "Shantel, my dear. It's been a long time."
After recovering from her initial shock, Shantel narrowed her eyes. "Do I know you?" She asked, feigning ignorance.
So all these years, he knew her grandmother and kept it from her while pressurizing her to marry his grandson whom she has never seen the need to meet. How cunning?
But that was not the problem, the question was how did he know her grandmother.
At the moment any strange character around her family was a suspect…especially those turning up out of the blues.
"I know you feel I have some explaining to do," Old Mr Carter said with his usual mischievous smile.
"I feel? So comical, old man," Shantel chuckled dryly. "Anyways, I don't have time for your jokes now," she said, already making her way to her grandmother's room.
"Hey kiddo, it's me, your trusted grandpa and—bestie—as you youngsters put it these days.
