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Chapter 5 Grandma Calling

  • Chapter 5: Grandma Calling
  • The morning rays hit Diva’s pale face, which caused her to roll over the bed in annoyance, mumbling some incoherent words in her sleepy state. All of a sudden, her eyes flung open at the shrill ringing of her cellphone.
  • Diva jolted up from the bed, a terrified look on her face. She knew that customized ringtone very well—and the cherry on top was that it was a video call. It was the person she loved the most, as well as feared the most. She hurriedly put on her slippers and dashed out of her new room in Hudson Mansion, her throat itching to scream her worries to someone.
  • As soon as she noticed Blaze sitting in the living room with a cup in his hand, she went over to him and leaped over the sofa, startling Blaze, causing him to drop the cup of coffee. He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat when the sofa dipped down beside him.
  • "Grandma is calling! Grandma is calling! System alert! Red light! Grandma is calling!" Diva hollered, jumping on the cream-colored sofa as if it were a trampoline.
  • Blaze scrunched up in his nose in disgust. He hated disorganized people and messy people. Unfortunately, Diva seemed like that type of person. Diva was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, clearly, her pajamas, and her hair was a mess, yet she was shamelessly jumping on the sofa with her slippers on. However, the thing that was annoying him the most was her blaring voice so early morning.
  • "Blaze, what should I do? Grandma is calling! How should I tell her I married you? She will kill me for sure. Oh, my gosh! What if she already knows about our wedding and wants to confront me? That would be so horrible! Did Vyan spare my life only so Grandma could do the honor herself?" Diva continued hopping and crying out loud.
  • Blaze frowned and curtly stated, "Get down."
  • Diva paid no heed to him and continued panicking, "Blaze, tell me what to do. How should I get out of this situation? She is calling. What should I do?"
  • Her phone was still ringing which was bothering Blaze. He liked his mornings to be quiet and peaceful, unlike today. "Pick it up then," Blaze answered and put his hands in his pockets, motioning the maid to clean the mess he created by dropping the cup of coffee.
  • He realized there was no point in trying to knock sense into that nutcracker. Also, he couldn't care less about how she dealt with her grandmother.
  • Diva bounced down from the sofa and started following him like a lost puppy. "Blaze," she called out his name in a helpless tone from behind, only to be ignored by him.
  • Her shoulder slumped down in defeat as she released a sigh and went back to her designated room. She closed the doors behind her and dialed her grandma's number since it had already stopped ringing by then.
  • "Good morning, Grandma!" Diva chirped, sounding as happy as usual.
  • "Good morning, Diva," the gruff voice of her Grandma, who was her only guardian, came out from the other side.
  • "Did you have some business with me? It's too early for you to call." Diva sat on the edge of the bed and started twirling a piece of hair around her finger absent-mindedly.
  • "Why? Can't I call my granddaughter anytime I want?"
  • "Oh, no. That's not what I meant. You can call me anytime you want. It's just unusual for you to call at this time," Diva's voice was different from her usual one. She wasn’t acting anything like the way she usually does around others because the only person around whom Diva kept her mouth shut was Emerald Adler, her paternal grandmother.
  • "It's nothing important, actually. I just wanted to check up on you," she answered. Diva hummed in response. "Hey, switch it to video screening. I want to see your face."
  • Diva's eyebrows rose in surprise as she started sweating profusely. An idea popped in her mind as she ran over to the window and pulled over the curtain before switching it to video screening.
  • Emerald Adler's face popped up on the phone screen, her usual stoic expression on display. "That's better," she asserted. "Diva, did you change the curtains? They seem unfamiliar."
  • Oh, no, what should she say now?