Her mother-in-law took off her glasses and looked at Libby. Libby smiled nervously under the scrutiny
Social poise had always come naturally to Libby, and life as a Frankel definitely strengthened that particular muscle. But still, Libby had to coach her jaw to stay closed as she watched her mother-in-law slide gracefully around The Find showroom.
“Lovely,” her mother-in-law said, straightening up from where she had been examining the tray of rattles and pacifier clips. “Absolutely lovely. And all from China, you said? Who would have thought?”
Libby tried to focus through the pounding in her head. She had texted Akiva hurriedly on her way downstairs to stop drumming, his mother was here, and he should sneak around the back and come in through the front door in 20 minutes.
“Yes,” she said belatedly. “All from China. How sweet are these bows?”
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