Contact the family and have them kill her again?
Vera Warner couldn't be bothered to play nice with Luna Warner, that phony white lotus. She grabbed her bag and nodded at Mrs. Morgan: "I've noted your request. I'll deliver the gown to your estate in two days. I have other things to handle, so I'll excuse myself."
"Hey—wait, Mrs. Lockwood—"
Mrs. Morgan reflexively tried to stop her, but Vera was already striding away without looking back.
Mrs. Lockwood saw how little Vera cared about her and her face turned sour.
"Oh, come on, Mrs. Lockwood, look—" Seeing Mrs. Lockwood didn't get any special treatment either, Mrs. Morgan actually felt a bit smug.
"It's not like Willow's the only designer in the world!" Mrs. Lockwood shot Luna a cold look, a hint of disdain in her eyes. "But Mrs. Morgan, I have to admit your daughter-in-law's taste really blew me away."
She couldn't stand Vera, but she thought even less of this obviously-shady Luna!
