Bay didn’t like Mayor Mills: she was cruel, for one thing, and dressed like a dominatrix going to a business meeting, and had that way of snidely smiling that made you feel like a bug she was going to step on.
That same smile she was showing him, as she put a territorial hand on Graham’s shoulder, and why oh why did she come to Granny’s tonight of all nights? Why couldn’t she have just stayed away?
Graham, at least, seemed as uncomfortable as Bay felt, and in the end Regina left with what could only have been a promise to see Graham later, that she’d leave the door unlocked.
Bay wasn’t about to hit a woman, but his soon-to-be stepmother, sat a few tables over with his father, was another matter altogether. She stood up, tiny even in her high heels but more than making up for it in anger, and pulled the Mayor around by her shoulder.
“Excuse me, Mayor Mills,” Belle said, sweetly, “But I think you misunderstood,” she leaned in close, quiet and dangerous, “Graham’s Bay’s boyfriend, not yours, and if you do anything to upset my family you’re going to regret it.”
“I’d keep my nose out of where it doesn’t belong, dear,” Regina said, snidely, “the Sheriff’s confusion is nothing to do with you.”
Belle’s palm connected solidly with Regina’s cheek, and later everyone swore blind that nothing had happened, that no one should be arrested, and that the Mayor started the little fight anyway. The date was ruined, but Bay rather felt like that was a small price to pay.