Sorry My Step-Uncle, I'm Not Your Backup Plan novel Chapter 36

When Gabriella and Asher returned from their ride, they found only Grace waiting. The others—Charlotte, Sebastian, and Victoria Darwin—had presumably gone riding themselves.

"Oh, Gabriella!" Grace's smile was syrupy sweet. "You looked amazing riding. Would you teach me?"

Gabriella hesitated.

Hadn't Grace just been insisting that only Asher should teach her?

"There are professional instructors," Gabriella offered. "I could call one over."

Grace's lips formed a slight pout. "But instructors are so intimidating. I don't know them, and they might be harsh. You're so kind—you wouldn't scold me, would you?"

Gabriella wasn't comfortable with such forced famiGabbyrity from someone she barely knew.

She glanced at Asher, seeking his input.

He met her gaze, leaving the decision to her. "Gabby, would you mind teaching her?"

He'd thrown the choice back to her.

Gabriella considered carefully.

Grace was Asher's sister, her future sister-in-law. Though their first meeting had been tense, Grace had apologized. Now she seemed friendly enough.

Being naturally generous, Gabriella preferred not to assume ill intent.

"Alright," she agreed, turning to Grace. "I can teach you some basics today, let you get a feel for it. Then you should take proper lessons."

"Really?" Grace beamed. "Thank you, Gabriella! You're too kind."

The excessive sweetness was almost cloying.

Gabriella wondered if she'd been overthinking Grace's earlier hostility.

"Of course," she replied politely.

Grace studied her future sister-in-law.

She should call her "sister," she knew.

But she couldn't bring herself to use the word.

She refused to accept that this woman would marry Asher.

The thought of him with anyone else was unbearable.

"Thank you for doing this, Gabby," Asher said warmly.

Turning to Grace, his expression cooled notably. "Mind Gabriella's instructions. Do exactly as she says. And be careful."

"Yes, brother." Grace's smile was pure innocence.

"Come with me," Gabriella said, leading Snow.

Grace followed.

"Mount from the left side," Gabriella instructed patiently. "Left foot in the stirrup, swing your right leg over."

She supported Grace as she mounted. "Careful now."

Though not in proper riding attire, Grace's athletic wear would suffice.

Gabriella led Snow at a walk, holding the reins from the ground.

"How does it feel?" she asked, looking up at Grace.

Now facing away from Asher, Grace dropped her sweet act.

Her smile vanished, eyes turning cold. "Fine."

Gabriella wasn't bothered by the attitude shift.

This felt more natural than forced friendliness.