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"What?!"
That had been Regina's knee-jerk response the moment Henry suggested the idea. That he brought his girlfriend round for a festive dinner.. with her father.
That in itself, didn't sound so bad, but Regina knew this would be no straight forward dinner. After all, his girlfriend was Grace, Jefferson's daughter. The daughter of a man who hated her guts and had done so for a long while. It had taken Regina some time to come to terms with the fact Henry had a girlfriend at all, let alone it was Grace; but now it seemed she was about to confront it head on. It had been just fine when kept at a distance, but now they wanted them to sit in the same room, share the same table.
It was a terrible idea.
Which is why Regina still doesn't quite understand how Henry's convinced her to lay on dinner that's currently dominating every available work surface in her kitchen. She hasn't spoken to Jefferson in years, despite being in the same town. What was left to say, after all that had happened? Apparently, she was about the find out, when she heard the front door open and Henry call her name. They were here.
Wiping her hands down on a towel, Regina quickly checks herself and her outfit in the mirror - old habits - and heads towards the kitchen door. She takes a deep breath before she makes her way into the hall, ready to face what she's undoubtedly sure is going to be the most uncomfortable Christmas dinner she's ever had - and that includes the one after Emma Swan crashed into their lives.
A smile painted on her face, she does her best to look welcoming, even if it's tinged with uncertainty when she sees Jefferson there.
That had been Regina's knee-jerk response the moment Henry suggested the idea. That he brought his girlfriend round for a festive dinner.. with her father.
That in itself, didn't sound so bad, but Regina knew this would be no straight forward dinner. After all, his girlfriend was Grace, Jefferson's daughter. The daughter of a man who hated her guts and had done so for a long while. It had taken Regina some time to come to terms with the fact Henry had a girlfriend at all, let alone it was Grace; but now it seemed she was about to confront it head on. It had been just fine when kept at a distance, but now they wanted them to sit in the same room, share the same table.
It was a terrible idea.
Which is why Regina still doesn't quite understand how Henry's convinced her to lay on dinner that's currently dominating every available work surface in her kitchen. She hasn't spoken to Jefferson in years, despite being in the same town. What was left to say, after all that had happened? Apparently, she was about the find out, when she heard the front door open and Henry call her name. They were here.
Wiping her hands down on a towel, Regina quickly checks herself and her outfit in the mirror - old habits - and heads towards the kitchen door. She takes a deep breath before she makes her way into the hall, ready to face what she's undoubtedly sure is going to be the most uncomfortable Christmas dinner she's ever had - and that includes the one after Emma Swan crashed into their lives.
A smile painted on her face, she does her best to look welcoming, even if it's tinged with uncertainty when she sees Jefferson there.
