Caitlyn's Prize. Linda Warren

eyes bright with unshed tears. “But it’s exciting that Maddie’s coming home, isn’t it?”

      “Yes, it is. When is she arriving?”

      Gran frowned. “I forget.”

      “Don’t worry about it,” Cait reassured her. She would call Maddie back.

      “Okay. I’m going upstairs, to pull out all the dresses that will look great on Madison. With her blond hair and blue eyes, she’d make a great Ingrid Bergman. Casablanca. Oh, yes, we’re going to have so much fun.”