Anne Moore
"Let's sit down," Andrew said to Cloe, and she agreed. Andrew sat next to me under the umbrella, and I felt strange with him so close.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Carter," the decorator, approached Andrew.
"Good afternoon, Olivia," he replied casually. Olivia smiled, a big, almost too big, smile.
"Your daughter is beautiful. It's a shame she didn't want to play with me," she said.
"I want my aunties," Cloe said. I saw Andrew just looking at Cloe, saying nothing.
"I'm leaving now, but I left everything ready, as you asked," Olivia said.
"Perfect," Andrew said.
"Bye, princess!" she said to my daughter. "Happy birthday, and I hope you enjoy the toys."
"Thank you," Cloe said.
"Goodbye, Miss Moore," Olivia said to me.
I didn't answer. This woman's presence really bothered
