Kissing the Boss
But when Isobel turned to her, she straightened and cleared her throat before more respectfully saying, “Gabriella Salazar, ma’am. You have a beautiful store, here.”
While Isobel once again bowed her head in queenly thanks, I leaned toward Camille and whispered, “Gabby lives with her dad and younger brother in the same building as me and your grandma.”
Camille nodded in understanding, and Gabby glanced our way, having heard me. So I pointed to Camille. “She’s Mabel Blanchette’s granddaughter.”
“Oh!” Gabby’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “I love Mabel. She’s such a badass.”
Camille flushed with pride and nodded her agreement. “She is.”