Holly Sinclair, however, wasn't nearly as nervous as Wendy Wyatt. She turned calmly to her daughter and asked, "Candice, what did you see?"
"One, two, three... four handsome uncles."
Candice counted on her little fingers before answering. Then, as if realizing she'd done something wrong, she quickly and timidly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to answer Godmother's phone..."
"It's okay. Just be more careful next time." Holly stroked her daughter's hair, her smile full of gentle, motherly love.
"Okay," Candice Sinclair nodded obediently.
Wendy's phone kept ringing with the video call notification.
She declined it again and again.
But the person on the other end seemed to have lost their mind, relentlessly sending new call requests.
Exasperated, Wendy simply turned off her phone and shoved it into her bag.
Then she looked apologetically at her best friend, explaining helplessly, "They're probably having a party. Tristan Sterling is likely there..."
