Olivia

Grandma's eyes were fixed intently on me and Logan. Nervousness crept over me as I awaited what she had to say. I shifted in my seat when she cleared her throat, and her gaze shifted to Logan. "So, what plans do you have for my granddaughter?" she asked.

My brows creased in confusion. "What plan, Grandma? Logan and I are married."

She threw me a glare in return. "Are you his mouth? I'm talking to Logan, not you."

I formed my lips into a thin line. "Sure, go on," I urged, using my hand to indicate that she should continue. I didn't even want to look at Logan, knowing...