Molly shook her head. “No, I haven’t.” Quite the opposite, she had been avoiding the family. It seemed they didn’t need anyone else around, so she had given them their space. Besides, Eleanore appeared terrifyingly ladylike. It wasn’t something Molly had handled as well as she could have. “But I am glad you found her. And that you are happy. You deserve to be happy,” which was something Molly fervently believed.
“I, um, which do you think would be better?” Molly had no idea. A braid sounded so lovely, but this wasn’t her area of expertise. She deferred to Abby, simply shocked that the woman had said yes.