Rosemary's pov:
I drop my handbag on the table before turning back towards Salina, "You knew we were coming, didn't you?"
Salina walks to the velvet covered table where she gently deposits the basket of muffins, "You can help yourselves," she gestures at it, "They really are as delicious as they smell,"
From the corner of my eyes, I note the way Izzy leans against the back of the chair, as far as possible from the container, bringing a hand to cover her mouth. Clearly, mine is not the only heaving stomach here.
No food in this entire world could ever smell or look appetizing in this room, no matter how exquisitely delectable it is. Zero chance. I just wonder how Salina does it? Then again… This place is literally attached to her apartment. She must be used to it by now.
There's only enough courtesy in me to not flat out pinch my nose shut in front of her.
"I just had dinner, but thank you," Izzy forces those words out.
