"Can we sit at this table?" Jessica Sutton asked with a practiced smile. 'It's just a polite question,' she thought. 'We've all been hanging out for so long, there's no way they'll refuse.'
"I'm not the one treating. Ask Skylar."
The two of them looked at Skylar Morrison, who in turn looked at Rosalind Lowell. "I'm paying, but Little Rosalind is the one hosting."
Jessica Sutton's smile froze, and she and Don Lowell both turned to look at Rosalind Lowell.
Rosalind Lowell, flustered by the sudden attention, stammered, "Me?"
"They want to sit here. Are you okay with that?"
Rosalind Lowell sighed to herself. 'They're all friends. What reason do I have to refuse?'
But when she saw the look in Skylar Morrison's eyes, urging her to handle this well, she suddenly didn't know whether to nod or shake her head.
Rosalind Lowell's lips moved, silently mouthing, "What?"
Skylar Morrison, as if he hadn't seen a thing, simply smiled back at her.
