Unseen by Phoebe Ainsworth, Meredith Rowan was putting her plan into action.
It was worth noting that Shirley Thorne was aware of this plan.
"Shirley, look. It's obvious everyone prefers your piece."
At the sanatorium, Meredith Rowan pointed to the tablet on the table, her smile gentle.
On the tablet, the paintings she and Phoebe Ainsworth had submitted for the bid were prominently displayed, pitted against each other in a vote.
And all the voters were anonymous.
Shirley Thorne feigned shock, blinking. After looking for a moment, she quickly pressed the lock button, looking like a hamster that had just raided a pantry.
"Aunt Rowan, where did you steal Phoebe Ainsworth's piece?"
Meredith Rowan glanced at Aaron Rayburn, who wasn't far off. "It's all thanks to Brother Rayburn, of course. I don't have those kinds of skills."
Shirley Thorne immediately shot a look of admiration at Aaron Rayburn.
