Flora pulled her along, with Debbie following behind.
They arrived at the ladies' tea party. The first activity was flower arranging.
When Flora finished, she asked Rosalind, "Miss Lowell, what do you think of my arrangement?"
Before Rosalind could reply, another lady beside them chimed in, "Mrs. Flora's arrangement is simply exquisite! A true feast for the eyes."
Rosalind sighed to herself. 'Another flatterer.' It was clear, however, that Mrs. Flora didn't resist the fawning—on the contrary, she adored it.
'And it seems I'm expected to become that kind of person, too.'
Several other ladies chimed in, "Exactly, I think Mrs. Flora's is the loveliest one here."
Flora giggled, covering her mouth in a display of false modesty. "Oh, please. I've just had a few lessons, that's all. I've barely scratched the surface."
Just then, someone spoke up. "But I think Mrs. Fairchild's is even lovelier. The style is so unique."
