"Yvonne?" Aria Sinclair asked, a little surprised. "Why would she be telling you these things?"
Descending the stairs into the living room, Zoe Morgan called to the woman nearby, "Mrs. Lowe, please brew a pot of the tea I just brought and bring it out to the garden."
"Right away, Vivi," Mrs. Lowe agreed.
The two sisters-in-law made their way to the pavilion in the villa's rear garden.
After taking a seat, Zoe Morgan let out a soft sigh. "When does that girl ever see me and *not* talk about you?"
"Is that so," Aria Sinclair replied with a ghost of a smile. "She's certainly devoted."
"Sister-in-law," Zoe Morgan began, studying the look on her face before asking tentatively, "Did you see Fanny's post from last week?"
Aria Sinclair didn't answer immediately, her brow furrowing in thought. "Fanny's post from last week?"
'The fact that Zoe would ask this meant she didn't know about the phone call I made to Faye Wyatt that night.'
