“Great idea.” Andy dips a finger into the bowl of mashed potatoes beside her, sneaking a taste. “Let’s make that your next decree, yes?” Gail doesn’t bother turning around. “I saw that, Andrea.” With wide honey eyes, Andy hisses in our direction. “How the hell does she do that?!” Paedyn laughs, drawing my attention to the opposite side of the stove. Every eye rests on her and the stunning smile she wears. “The pot. Gail can see your reflection in the pot, Andrea.”
