Though Adah had spoken with energy and warmth which made Jessica feel relaxed and at home—being accommodating. She didn't feel that way toward Tricia.
Tricia on her own part had remained silent. Her attention was entirely fixed on Davis, and she barely acknowledged Jessica's presence in the room.
Her gaze was intense, longing, and a little too transparent for comfort. Jessica subtly glared at Davis, her eyes bearing an accusation of him attracting peach blossoms even in the midst of friends.
Alex glanced toward Tricia, waiting for her to contribute, at least a polite word or two to help Jessica feel more at ease among them.
But Tricia remained still, her lips tight, her posture rigid. It was evident she wasn't here to make friends—especially not with Jessica.
But Jessica, having noticed Tricia's undisguised interest in her husband, shook her head lightly. With one thought in time "
