The next afternoon, Elva and I watched from the window as the second garden party was held down below.
Because of the delay, the girls had been given another chance to remake their food items that morning. This seemed a bit unfair, since their appetizers would be much fresher than those from the day before, which had been made and then placed into storage.
I couldn’t and wouldn’t complain though. The girls had been denied their chance yesterday, and this was the fairest way of making that up to them.
The Queen herself seemed much better, standing upright and majestic as ever. Linda’s undercooked, spoiled eggs likely only made her sick for a few hours. I’d never been able to tell she’d been sick at all, looking at her now.
“Their dresses are so pretty, Mommy,” Elva said. She seemed part
