👒 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ──────────── giselle had to avert her eyes and suck her lips between her teeth to stop another light laugh. there were times ( a lot of them ) where grace took a miniscule incident and made it more dire than was necessary. any sign of light poking tended to cause her to double down on her take and as amusing as it was, giselle didn’t want to find herself on the receiving end of the blunt object that could be grace’s words. so she did her best to conceal the laughter that wanted to spill, and nodded along. but there were also times ( much like now ) that grace would take what giselle was saying and agree in her own way. soft smile coming on her features as the need to laugh dissipated. “ well clearly, you tolerate me every day. ” she taunted again with a small nudge given to her. “ and i’m not saying i don’t understand where you’re coming from, from a professor’s perspective. you’re just doing what you think is right at the end of the day, can’t completely fault you for that. tough love is still a form of love. ”
it was that same kind of love that giselle had gotten use to when it came to grace. her unamused remarks and eyerolls she didn’t try to hide when the jackson topic came up. giselle knew grace was just looking out for her in her own way, no matter how brash it came off. at the end of it, grace respected her enough as a person to allow her to make her own decisions. though it certainly wasn’t without the sharing of her opinions. “ i think it’s sweet. ” she was quick to combat. “ besides, it doesn’t have to be creative because it’s not a date. ” not that giselle wanted reminding of that fact. but if it would get grace off her jackson hate train for a few minutes she’d make the sacrifice. “ don’t make that face at me, and it does need some consideration of the deep… variety. ” it may not be a date now, but that didn’t mean giselle didn’t want it to eventually become one. “ the color on this one’s really pretty ! ” she exclaimed as she held it up to her frame. “ i don’t wear darker colors often though, do you think this will look like i’m trying too hard ? ”
( ─── :: grace had never been allowed to be wrong. even as a child, when mistakes were supposed to be something that was just a part of learning, she had never been granted the same luxuries as her brother. while he was off figuring out who he wanted to be and how he wanted to go about it, she was suffering under the immense pressures that had been placed on her. she was the oldest, and the daughter, and therefore there were requirements of her that maxwell bao never dealt with. straight back, polite smiles, perfect hair, well-timed, intelligent remarks ── all of her had been curated in order to please her parents. even now, almost thirty-eight, grace found herself still trapped in the same place that she had been when she was sixteen ; every step she took, she took with her parents criticisms in the back of her mind. make the right moves qīn ài de, they warned, or else. she couldn’t come off as anything less than confident with her decisions, because that opened the possibility that she wasn’t making the right ones. and grace couldn’t afford that.
“ you’re not even close to the worst person i’ve had to tolerate, gigi. not even today. “ she reassured. giselle’s playful criticism was always taken lighter than anybody else, though. if there was anybody who grace felt as though it was okay to let her guard down around, it was her. never once did she feel as though there was judgement in giselle’s thoughts about her, despite the fact that grace knew there was plenty room for it. there were difficult parts of her personality that she never bothered to hide ── they were the ones that had gotten her this far in life, after all ── and gieslle accepted them with nothing more than bashful smiles. it made grace fiercely protective of the other woman ; her opinions were offered as she tried to help, because that was the only way that grace knew how to love. ( it had been the only way it had ever been shown to her. ) “ i wouldn’t call it any kind of love. just. . . doing my job. what kind of lawyer would i be if i didn’t uphold that kind of thing ? “
giselle defended herself, and grace’s fingers stalled. turning to look at her, she leaned slightly into the rack she’d been flicking through and hummed thoughtfully. “ i never said it was. “ she pointed out, “ i just think that you could do better. “ giselle gently chastised her for the expression she was wearing, so grace let it drop ── only momentarily, however, because soon giselle was sounding ridiculous again. breathing out the hints of an exasperated sigh, she shook her head and looked back towards the rack. " giselle madden, you can't seriously tell me that you're worried about colour schemes ? " raising her eyebrows, she folded her arms over her chest. " your boytoy doesn't look like he can tell the difference between red and orange. i don't think you have anything to worry about. "
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