I raised an eyebrow, impressed by the Pritchard family’s strict discipline. “It’s not your fault. You may rise and continue tending to Luna.”
“Yes, sir!”
To ease the tension, I checked my phone and saw that a video of the Pritchard family’s fleet entering the neighborhood had been uploaded to the homeowners’ group chat. The chat was buzzing with speculation.
I played the video, relieved to see that it hadn’t captured any footage of me or Luna, only of Lucy entering the car.
As the wealthiest family in Savannah, the Pritchards had many enemies, and I couldn’t risk exposing Luna to danger.
[Was that the Pritchard family’s convoy that just entered the neighborhood? I saw their crest on the cars!]
[Who could be important enough to warrant the Pritchard family’s fleet coming here?]
[It looked like they were heading towards the Robertsons’… @StellaRobertson, was that a guest of yours the Pritchards came to pick up?]
Playing the part, Stella responded shamelessly, “Ms. Thompson, the Pritchard family’s chief secretary, came to discuss a project with us. Apologies for the commotion their convoy caused.”