“Have a safe trip,” Primrose said as Patricia bestowed her a tight hug. “Please tell Margot that I wish her a fast recovery.”
Sander’s aunt nodded and drew a small smile on her lips, “I’ll let her know. I’m sure she’d be so disappointed that she can’t be here to interrogate you.”
The red-haired lady didn’t respond. Instead, they beamed at each other in silent amusement. Part of her delight was caused by the woman’s overly elaborate floral pink dress and humongous hat that could pass as Snowflake's bed. But she didn’t dare to point it out because she always knew her unique style.
Patricia tapped her shoulder and winked before gazing at Sydney, who was standing behind her.
“You,” she said in a sharp tone while pointing a finger in her direction. “Don’t think of going out and partying
