“Relax, Alyssa. Aunt calliope really isn’t as bad as you’re thinking,” Lena, her coworker, said to her.
Alyssa Moran added more sugar to her tepid coffee and winced. She didn’t even like that much sugar, but her nerves were all over. Placing the spoon on the plate with a small clink, she moved her hands to her lap. Unable to sit still, she wiped the sweat off her palms on her suit pants.
“I’m not nervous.” Liar! “Mrs. Wilder sounded like a lovely person over email.” A very strange but nice person. She’d asked some stuff Lyss had never been asked before. Ever.
“I know.” Lena chuckled. “Her methods are unconventional, but they work. Look at me.”
Yeah. Look at her. Before Mrs. Wilder had matched Lena with her two men, Lyss had sworn Lena was a man-hater. Nothing good ever came out of her
