By the time breakfast began surrendering its final plates, the long table had divided itself into two distinct camps.
The younger women were preparing for the little trip with all the restraint of children who had just been informed that the adults had temporarily misplaced authority. Excitement passed between them in quick smiles, unfinished whispers and increasingly suspicious glances toward the doors. Maddie had already begun reorganizing plans no one remembered placing her in charge of. Yuki and Amber were debating something with the intensity of diplomats attempting to prevent a small but stylish war. Catrina looked torn between nervousness and delight, while even Sienna appeared to possess a quiet anticipation she would undoubtedly deny if confronted.
Melissa had no intention of joining them, neither did Mother, Roxanne, Patricia.
The decision had been remarkably easy.
