Her eyes met mine, and I saw it switch into repel; irritation. But that was mutual; mirrored, as I stared at her.
I couldn't keep my brain from wondering, for just a moment, if she'd come here with Arthur.
But I waved the thought as soon as it came. Whether she did, it was none of my business.
“You?” she arched a brow like she was surprised to see me there.
“She's a terrible event decorator,” Mrs. Linette whined, coming beside the lady whose stare barely left mine. “And she wants to rip me off.”
Steadying my demeanor to neutral, and locking up my emotions behind a barricade door, I adjusted my stance.
“She was just following her orders,” Jacqueline beat me to my words again, stepping in for defense. “And Mrs. Linette's making no effort to stand on mutual ground.”
“Liars!” Mrs.
