My smile fell, however, when I saw her wife shoot concerned looks somewhere over my shoulder. I didn’t need to turn to know the concern was because Maggie Foster had set up a stall with the artwork and jewelry she sold beside me. No one had told Maggie that her daughter and daughter-in-law would be there, if the pale shock on Maggie’s face was any evidence.

Shrugging off my worry about this new development, I decided I could only deal with one problem at a time, and my priority was Caro’s nerves. “You’ll do great,” I promised.

“Of course she will.” Roane’s voice brought my head around to see him approaching from the parking lot of The Anchor with a girl at his side. “And I brought reinforcements.”

My eyes went to his companion, and I beamed. I knew who she was, not because we’d met, but because Milly had proudly shown me photographs.

She was Milly and Dex’s daughter, Viola.

And she was even lovelier in real life.

To my surprise, Caro perked up at the sight. “Viola!” She hurried around the back of her stall, and the two young women met for a hug. The affection and ease between them surprised me considering Caro had not struck me as someone who made friends easily.

Roane came to my side, bumping me with his shoulder. “How are you?”

“Confused. I thought you said Caro had no friends?”

“Viola and Caro are as close as is possible with Helena breathing down Caro’s neck. All the other girls faded out of her life because she was always declining to do things with them. Viola’s different. She’s like Milly. Understanding. She’s there for Caro whenever she needs her, even if they don’t spend much time together.”

I liked her already.

Even more so as the stunning young woman walked straight toward me with a beautiful smile on her face. “You must be Evie.” She held out her arms for a hug, and I bent down toward her to immediately acquiesce. She gave me a squeeze. “Mam has told me all about you.”

“She’s told me all about you too.”

Viola eyed me in open curiosity. “She said you could be a model, and she wasn’t lying.” Her large hazel eyes swept down my bare legs. I was wearing shorts. “God, I’d give anything for your legs.”

I laughed. “Well, thanks, but you’re gorgeous. Nothing about you needs to change.”