#Chapter 71 Learn Your Lesson

Could my luck get any worse? The woman I was rude to at the art opening is Victor’s mother. I squirmed and felt my legs shake beneath me as Lana Klein continued to look at me over the top of her reading glasses. Should I apologize right away or try to defend my actions? Or should I wait to see what she has to say first? I wasn’t sure if I could speak at all, but Diana advised me to be silent until the older woman spoke again. “You’ll have a better idea of how she feels about you if you wait to see what she has to say,” Diana advised. But Victor’s mother continued to write what appeared to be a letter and ignored me while I stood in front of her, struggling not to fidget. “I can’t believe anyone writes a letter on paper anymore,” I told Diana. “It’s much easier to email someone.” “Mrs. Klein seems to be of the old school,” Diana replied. “The old ways and old manners mean a great deal to her, as they should.” “How long do you think I have to stand her