Dahlia's POV
Miranda sauntered through the doorway with theatrical confidence, a glamorous middle-aged woman at her side. Their outfits practically screamed for attention, bold colors and expensive fabrics that demanded everyone notice their entrance.
"Jenica, why are you here?" Madge's brow creased as she studied the woman flanking Miranda.
Jenica Adrien. Miranda's mother. Also Madge's aunt, though the family resemblance was more in attitude than appearance.
The fashion world knew Jenica well. Past forty but refusing to acknowledge it, she dressed like someone half her age. Standing beside Miranda, they could have passed for sisters rather than mother and daughter.
Jenica had clearly invested heavily in maintaining her looks. The work was obvious but skillfully done, creating an almost ageless quality that was both impressive and unsettling.
"Here to make amends?" I asked, flashing Madge a brilliant smile that didn't reach my eyes.
