“Working a lot. Tired, as usual.”
“Oh, your accounting work is so stressful,” Ms. Sterling said with fake sympathy. “Numbers and reports all day long. I’d go absolutely crazy doing that.”
She took a delicate bite of a cream puff and dabbed her lips carefully with a paper napkin.
“Darius mentioned you’re planning to redo the kitchen.”
Kiana met her gaze directly.
“I am.”
“It’s probably terribly expensive, isn’t it? Everything’s so pricey nowadays. Cabinets, appliances, countertops—it’s just awful what things cost.”
“I’ll manage fine.”
Ms. Sterling shook her head with the practiced air of a life expert who’d seen it all.
“That’s good, of course. But you know, Kiki, maybe you shouldn’t rush into it. Money sitting safely in the account is a good thing. A cushion for emergencies. And the kitchen is perfectly fine as it is. It can definitely wait a while longer.”
There it is, Kiana thought with cold clarity. It’s starting exactly as I knew it would.
She slowly stirred sugar into her tea, watching the spoon move in circles.
