“Sorry, I’m confused,” Indira said, raising her hand. “Can you show me again?” “Of course. You take the flower.” Collin held up a deep-red rose. “Dip the head into the wax. Then let any extra drip off.” “Hmmm.” Indira tapped her cheek as she tilted her head to the side, eyebrows deeply furrowed. She shot Jude a look and he nodded in confused solidarity.
