Lillian Donovan, who had been agonizing over how to tell her dear friend Joyce Lowe about the matter, brightened at the suggestion. She glanced at her sister-in-law, who gave her a nod, then excitedly grabbed Lucy Ingram's hand.
"Don't you dare say I don't think of you when something good comes along. Our Serena's skills are the real deal; not just anyone can get her help. It's only because we're so close that she's willing to fit you in. Anyone else would have to wait in line."
Arabella was speechless. 'She's exaggerating. I'm really not at the point where people have to line up to see me.'
Lucy Ingram was already tempted, and Lillian Donovan's encouragement made her all the more curious. She looked up at her husband, her eyes full of expectation.
Liam Lowe sighed. With Lillian Donovan putting it like that, he had to go through the motions, if only for his wife's sake.
"Then I'll have to ask for your help, Miss Donovan."
