Helen nodded once.
“No.”
Irene tilted her head, studying her mother.
For a moment, she almost expected Helen to elaborate immediately. But Helen simply remained where she was, her expression firm and composed.
And that was when Irene started to find the whole thing ridiculous.
“You’ve barely even spoken to him,” Irene pointed out.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t have an opinion.”
Irene let out another breath, this time more exasperated.
“Mom.”
Helen didn’t react to the tone. If anything, she seemed completely comfortable standing her ground.
“I’m serious,” Helen continued. “I don’t like him.”
Irene rubbed a hand lightly over her forehead before dropping it back to her lap.
“You’re acting like I just brought some random man home and announced we were getting married,” she said.
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