“Wonderful. Where should we meet?” Penny asked, trying to hide her excitement; it never served to be too enthusiastic or available. Destroyed the air of mystery, you know?
Penny smiled proudly. “She is,” she confirmed. “Though, I may be a little biased,” Penny admitted with a laugh. “A mother is usually the least objective about her daughter, especially this one.”
Finishing her large piece of cake, she pushed the plate away and smiled. “There is my one piece for the month. I can’t let myself have anymore than that.” Leaning back in her chair, Penny regarded Jessica.
“Care for some coffee?” Finny appeared with a fresh pot. “Irish for me, Finny,” Penny instructed her servant.