WTF-I hate italics
Honey stood back. It was her way of saying </i> Then by all means... by not saying anything at all. She may have even made a sweeping hand motion reminiscent of ballet dancers and those prone to making closing arguments.
and they say women are the emotional creatures . but that may have been thought too soon because Xander's mother was broken up and her brow wrinkled as she listened in on the conversation.
Her arms were crossed over her chest. She even fidgeted by looking down at the buttons of her dress and adjusting one that had started to slip out of its button hole. It was better than letting her gaze bounce between the two boys. Maybe she should have been more wifely by standing beside Xander with her hands consolingly draped over his shoulders but she was incredibly stubborn and he had been such a prat the past few days. After her button was firmly in place she took her own glass of wine and took a sip....
But of course that's when the earthquake struck. The first thing she thought was "my dress!", quite vocally as red wine splattered like a murder down the front of her smock. The glass was dropped, the crystal shattering into a hundred pieces. The second thought she thought was Xander... Of course even when she was shaken up she didn't sputter that aloud.
She gripped the marble counter top with a white knuckled eagle grasp.