"Well, it's not Bess' fault. Eunice has always been disrespectful, never put anyone in her sight," Teresa didn't have much love for that wild child either. Watching her graceful figure walk away, a flicker of disgust passed through her eyes.
"Looks like the relatives here are not the easy-going type," Rosemary said, following Eunice to the long dinner table.
Eunice handed her a cupcake. "Eat something first."
Rosemary knew that her aunt was baiting the mole in their midst, certainly planning something to provoke the traitor into a rage—losing their cool enough to attempt murder.
"We'll split up and search in a bit," Eunice said, lifting her beautiful smile as if she were discussing the latest season's fashion trends, not plotting a sting operation.
"Okay," Rosemary responded, lifting a gentle smile of her own.
At that moment, a flustered socialite rushed forward, grasping Eunice's hand. "Isn't this Eunice? You're still alive?"
