“And it leaves much more room in the floral budget.”

Samantha switched her expression instantly into a wide smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Oh, Evelyn,” Samantha said.

“Vanilla is so incredibly quaint.”

She tilted her chin up and stared straight at my wife.

“We’re hosting Atlanta society, not a school library bake sale,” Samantha said.

Evelyn pulled her hand back from the binder and smoothed the edge of her silk scarf.

“You are absolutely right, Samantha,” Evelyn said quietly.