More badluck for Dickson

When the sun lifted the following morning, the air on founding lane was sizzling with excitement. Even though it was scheduled to begin in the evening, servants of founding families were running up and down the lane with dresses, shoes, cars, jewelry, flower petals, make-up, coffee and whatever else their bosses needed.

It was always like this when the founding families were preparing for a ball, party or event that concerned them all. Everyone would run around like chicken that had lost their heads.

Unlike most households that were unsettled, in the Mayfair house, it was calm and everyone was relaxed. Grandma Mayfair even suggested that they go to work and have their hair done later in the afternoon.

Phoebe was more than willing, she followed her grandmother to the cafe taking the scenery route of the apartments which they rarely got to see as it led to the backdoor of the cafe.

"Nana the weather is so beautiful today, don't you agree?"