GRACE
I don't want to make her mad, but I also don't want to agree with her if it doesn't make sense to me. "I don't mean to offend you in any--"
She shook her head. "No, you have a point. You actually sounded just like your mother earlier. Dawn said the same thing to me when we met and asked for a favor."
"You've met my Mom." She nodded. "What favor did she ask you?"
Before she could reply, the door swung open, and Erika came in with a tray of cakes and drinks. Another redhead woman walked in with a fairly similar built.
"Grace, have some cake. It's delicious. I already had a piece downstairs, but I'm eating another one here." She giggled.
"Alright, I'll have one. But I won't finish it, my sugar might go up, and it's not good for the baby."
The redhead woman sat beside Aunt Eml
