Old lady Mayfair and Jennie sat Phoebe down, narrating to her all that had happened and what had led to the uninvited guests in their home.
She did not forget to talk about Dorothy Cook and conveniently drop in the fact that she had destroyed grandpa Mayfair's beloved fountain and laughed like a demon while doing it.
By the time Phoebe and the rest of the Mayfair's joined the guests in the parlor, she was on team we don't like Dorothy Cook.
The guests had been arranged to sit while facing the front as if they were in a meeting or an auction. The parlor could fill up to one hundred eighty people and it was full to the brim.
Phoebe went all the way to the front, and she stood close to the center, next to the seat of the family matriarch. Her expression was clam and her gaze unwavering as she looked out at the guests. Her eyes were between gray and black, lending her an air of mystery, like she could see beyond the physical realm.
