“Are you sure you want to go alone?” Wednesday asked while clinging to Primrose’s arm and pouting. “We can book a courier to have it delivered to the Galleria. Sending you out alone makes me worried.”
She chuckled softly and tapped her hand. “Hey, I’ll only be gone for an hour or two. Why are you acting as if I’m going away for a long time.”
“I just don’t feel comfortable about you meeting anyone connected to Sander Mortel’s ex.”
The hint of worry in her voice was something the red-haired lady understood. After she told her about Cecilia and all the changes in her relationship with Sander, she knew Wednesday would retaliate like this. Her firm belief that Cecilia approached her with ill intentions was part of her protective nature. Ever since her mother died, this woman has taken on
