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, "Don't

picked up the bowl, ladled out the

everyone settled

remembered something. "Effie, there's an Afternoon Tea Social

getting used to these sorts of gatherings. Even though Lindy herself wasn't particularly fond

"I'm free next weekend, Mom.

tea etiquette. Back when 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 own set of rules. Determined to fit in, Effie had sought out a professional instructor and picked things up

social events was second

late, Lyman and Effie prepared to

pulled Effie aside and, with a conspiratorial air, pressed a beautifully wrapped

in confusion, but she thanked her mother-in-law and headed

home, Effie noticed a flush creeping up Lyman's

thought. It wasn't particularly hot

shallow and quick. Unable to ignore it any longer, Effie asked, "Lyman, are you

and looked at her with an

concern spiked. Something definitely

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