Her voice sounded softer than usual.

She patted her blue silk scarf with her right hand, a nervous habit she had developed over the last few months.

“I had to stop at the venue,” I said.

“How did the dress fitting go with Samantha?”

Evelyn looked away toward the garden window.

She picked up the hairpiece and ran her fingers through the auburn strands.

“It was a large gathering,” Evelyn said.

“Samantha invited eight of her friends.