Philippa
Kade and Philippa had arrived at the cargo hold not long after the supplies had been brought on board. Kade took the food to the mess with the help of some of the women, who wanted to start preparing some ‘proper food’, whilst Philippa helped Susan and Anna sort through the clothing that was brought on board.
They chatted whilst they worked. “So, Anna, how are things?” Philippa asked.
“Fine.” Anna grunted, holding a skirt up against her and sneering her lips at it. “All this clothing is for old people.”
Susan laughed at her comment. “What? Don’t you think Silver will like you in it.”
Anna turned to Susan, a look of pure shock on her face. “I.... I d..don’t know what you mean.”
Philippa smirked, placing her arm around Anna’s shoulders. “It’s okay to admit your feelings.
