Melody placed the file back on the desk carfefully before picking up the catalogue and checking. And yet, her hands trembled just as the footsteps approached, making her sit straighter as her mother returned.
Marianne Thomas reappeared with two cups and set one in front of her as she walked around the desk to her chair.Here. Black. No sugar. Just like you like it when you're brooding. So, you want to tell me what put you in such a bad mood?
Melody didn't smile or answer directly. Instead, she looked up, the catalogue still open in her lap and asked, "Are you planning to hire an interior designer?"
Marianne raised an eyebrow as she settled into her own chair and took a sip. "What makes you say that?"
Melody lifted the catalogue slightly. "This doesn't exactly look like something you picked up randomly. And you said you were refurnishing. Are you working with someone? Did someone recommend this place to you?"
