As the elevator hummed softly upward, Lucy found herself caught between amusement and slight apprehension. Mrs. Anderson didn’t stop chattering for a single second, her voice a steady stream of advice, ideas, and teasing suggestions. Lucy couldn’t help but marvel at her Auntie’s s boldness. Sometimes it bordered on chaotic, but it was strangely encouraging.
“You have so many options, hija,” Mrs. Anderson said, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You could take him somewhere private, talk things out, maybe even do everything you’ve been dreaming of. Or… you could involve us. Pretend we ‘kidnap’ him, and then you rescue him! He’d be impressed, and who knows? Maybe he’d finally give in. Could lead to something thrilling.”
Lucy blinked, momentarily speechless. If she didn’t know Mrs. Anderson, sh
