“Rosemary?”
The voice made Rosemary turn from her small worktable. She had been examining scraps of fabric left from the fire, trying to sort out which could still be saved. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the figure standing in the doorway of her boutique.
Cassandra.
The woman stood elegantly in a simple white dress, her face adorned with a sweet smile as if no hatred had ever existed between them.
Rosemary frowned. “What are you doing here? I don’t recall inviting you.”
Cassandra stepped in unbidden, her smile unfaltering. “I just want to talk. Don’t worry, I didn’t come here to cause trouble.”
Rosemary shot her a sharp look. “You’ve caused enough trouble in my life already. If you’re only here for small talk, the door is still wide open.”
Cassandra chuckled softly, closing
