Presley's eyes widened and she nodded. Grandfather had the final say in everything, as head of household, but grandmother pretty much had him under her thumb, and she wasn't nearly as kind-hearted. Their grandfather was a stern man, but when it came down to it, he'd never missed a dance performance, or failed to bring flowers and congratulate her. He was the grandfather that sat with you and helped you work through your Arithmancy problems, while never telling you what the answer was. Grandmother showed up to dance performances simply to criticize the miniscule stumble, or poor form during a step.

She laughed a little dismissively. "Oh Grandmother will hate her no matter what. She always does." Even if the girl was the absolute perfect girl every dreamed of for Manolo, grandmother would find something unforgiveable wrong with the poor girl.

Presley loved teasing her cousin. So when her cheeks turned red Presley needled a little further. "So you DO like someone!" she laughed gaily. "Who is it? Anyone I know?" She jokingly scanned the crowd of heads as if searching for the boy Awar was blushing over.