Blanche's POV
Vincent handled the wheel while Lucia and I occupied the back seat. Throughout the entire journey, Lucia bombarded me with nonstop chatter.
She peppered me with questions about my food preferences, whether I favored skirts over trousers, which colors I loved most, anything I might be craving, and even my preferred hangout spots.
Lucia fired off countless inquiries. My thoughts kept drifting to Amara, and my nervousness was obvious, yet I still managed to answer Lucia's relentless stream of questions.
Before long, the vehicle pulled up in front of Amara Jerry's apartment complex.
We all crept up the staircase, moving with extra care to avoid disturbing Amara Jerry.
Noelle remained stationed on the sofa. At the sound of the door, he swiveled around. Spotting Lucia, he rose to his feet and offered a hushed greeting, "Mrs. Aarav, you made it too."
Lucia beamed at Noelle. "Yes, I'm here to help my daughter-in-law work through her troubles."
