Cari said as she parked her car in the big circle drive at the Chandler estate in Malibu.
Cari dreaded Sunday brunch with her sisters. She knew there was no way they could know what had happened in her office on her desk almost three weeks ago. They also didn’t know about the dates she and Dec had been on or how without her meaning for it to happen she’d started to fall for him. But she felt like her emotions were transparent today. She adjusted the A-line slim-fitting skirt and the thick black belt at her waist as she got out of the car in front of Emma’s house.
In theory they were all supposed to take turns hosting the weekly morning get-together but somehow they always ended up at Emma’s. Cari liked to think it was because the house Emma lived in had been their grandparents’ and of course Emma had a housekeeper who did all the cooking. But she had the feeling it was more than that.
Emma liked being the hostess.
