Chapter 91

Lindy and Effie made their way to the dining table.

Friedman was out at a work event, so he wouldn't be joining them for dinner.

That left just the three of them to eat together.

Lindy noticed the look of distaste on Lyman's face as he eyed the bowl in front of him, his brow furrowed in obvious displeasure. With thinly veiled annoyance, she said, "I made this especially for you. Hurry up and drink it."

Lyman didn't budge.

Seeing this, Effie tried to coax him. "Your mom went through the trouble of making it just for you. You really should drink it-don't let her effort go to waste."

Let her effort go to waste?

Lyman glanced at Effie, a slow, wry smile tugging at his lips. "Do you really want me to drink it?"

Effie hesitated, confused by his tone. Still, Lindy had put so much care into making the soup—wouldn't it be wrong if he refused? She nodded earnestly. "Of course!"

he replied,

the bowl, ladled out

everyone settled down

meal, Lindy suddenly remembered something. "Effie, there's an Afternoon Tea Social next weekend. Are you free? I'd

these sorts of gatherings. Even though Lindy herself

paused for a moment, then quickly replied, "I'm free next weekend, Mom. I'll

she was with Mitchell, she'd learned how strict the Lloyd family could be about traditions- everything from tea service to flower arranging and table settings had its

of social events was second nature to

when it was getting late, Lyman and

pulled Effie aside and, with a conspiratorial air, pressed a beautifully wrapped gift bag into her hands.

scratching her head in confusion, but she

noticed a flush

particularly hot tonight,

they got home, Lyman's face was burning red, and his breathing had grown shallow and quick. Unable to ignore it any

loosened his tie and looked

concern spiked. Something

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