"Melody Monroe! Oh my! It really is you!" Mrs. Hughes came forward and took Melody Monroe's hand.
"Hello," Melody Monroe greeted politely.
There was something about Felix Hughes's mother that Melody couldn't quite put her finger on.
She figured Felix Hughes must have inherited his honest, dependable nature from his father. His mother's attire, however, was another story—indescribably gaudy, a riot of clashing colors.
"Dad, Mom, why don't you two go inside and have a seat first."
"Sir, Ma'am, how about I show you to your seats?" Melody Monroe stepped forward to lead the way.
"Well, well! Our Rose certainly has some pull, doesn't she? Getting such a big star to be our personal waitress."
Melody Monroe: ...
Talia Mercer, who was standing nearby, overheard the comment. She immediately stepped forward. "Ma'am, our Melody is also an honored guest of Rose and Director Hughes."
