Having finished speaking, Purple Summers let out a soft sigh, feeling somewhat mentally drained, before turning and leaving.
As for how to make a choice, she would no longer interfere.
In the grand scheme of things, she and Yolanda Summers held grudges against each other, small misunderstandings and resentments, but it had not yet escalated to a blood feud. Purple Summers felt she had done her duty towards Yolanda.
She wasn't Yolanda's mother after all. What needed to be said, she had already said. If Yolanda didn't want to listen, then she was at a loss.
Purple Summers travelled back to the ballroom on the ground floor and gathered alongside Zara Jameson and Jane McCain.
She wasn't one for dancing, but Jane and Zara were quite good at it, and they both pulled her over to the edge of the dance floor to teach her the steps, jesting and fooling around joyously.
