Rhia's POV
“The older I get,” Aunt Zorya sighed, lifting a silk scarf to her face and squinting at it, “the less I understand trends. And now that Malena is married, I have no one left to tell me when I’m making a terrible choice.”
I smiled from where I sat on the chaise, another set of fabric draped over my knees and another in my hands. “I’m glad you called me instead.”
She shot me a sideways look. “I highly doubt that.”
I laughed softly. “I mean it.”
She scoffed playfully, her brows raised in challenge. “Would you have come if I hadn’t called you instead? You know I could’ve sent photos to Malena or hired someone for scrutiny. But I wanted to see you.” She huffed, then turned to me with a dramatic little frown. “I didn’t know I needed a reason now just to see you.”
Her tone and wo
