Chapter Twenty-one
Friday
“Do you see her anywhere, Lucy?”
Megan looked around the crowded clubhouse, searching for the silver-gray hair of the matriarch of Citrus Beach. It seemed as if every woman who resided in Citrus Beach attended the luncheon. The elegant clubhouse itself was decorated with tropical flower arrangements, placed wherever room could be found for them. Colors and scents from the flowers mingled with the women’s beautiful clothes and perfumes. Woman of all ages were dressed in their best summer finery, and busy catching up on the latest news. It sounded like a beehive, and yes there she was, the Queen Bee herself: Mrs. Potter.
“I see her, she’s over with Dorothy Ross from D&D Realtors. Wow, it’s like watching royalty work the room. She’s amazing.” Lucy nodded her head
