Chapter Six
Violet stepped up to the brightly colored 1920s bungalow where Lizzie and Trent Younger lived and wondered if she’d lost her ever-loving mind.
He’s not going to come over for a jewelry party. There’s no way. Just act cool, Violet.
Easier said than done.
After she took a deep breath, she approached the front door and didn’t even get to knock before Lizzie opened it with a wide smile, Bea on her hip.
“I saw you walking up. Oh, Trent, can you take Violet’s things and put them in the living room? I would, but this one here doesn’t want me to put her down today,” she added as she looked pointedly at Bea. Right then, Bea had her fist in her mouth and seemed more than content to watch the proceedings.
Trent took Violet’s boxes of jewelry, and the women followed him into the livi
