The Last Mrs Parrish. Liv Constantine

fine,” Amber said. “The dresses are all so beautiful, I can’t decide.”

      Bella frowned and whispered to her mother, “What’s she doing here?”

      “Sorry,” Daphne said to Amber and then took Bella’s hand. “We’re finding a dress for Amber to borrow for the fund-raiser. Why don’t you and Tallulah help her? Wouldn’t that be fun?”

      “All right,” Tallulah said with a smile, but Bella looked at Amber with undisguised hostility, turned on her heel, and stalked out of the room.

      “Don’t let her upset you. She just doesn’t know you well enough yet. It takes Bella a while to warm up.”

      Amber nodded. She better get used to me, she thought. I’m going to be around a long, long time.