I thought I saw the faintest of nods from Jessica before she turned and made her way back to the dining room where Moona was waiting patiently.
It was entertaining to watch the two of them interacting as Jessica’s study questions continued. Even from a distance I could feel the electricity between them. And if I could help play matchmaker, so much the better.
* * *
The next morning there was no delightful smell of French toast to roust me from slumber, nor was there a contented group of girls sitting around the table when I visited the dining room. At least someone had had the good sense to put on a pot of coffee, and I turned to reach for a cup. A creak of the stairs, and whispering voices, was all it took to let me know what had transpired to leave us all in this situation of no break
