Mary was thrilled to get Agatha's invitation. She had made a request to interview her, but even as she stared blankly at the letter, she had a growing sense of discomfort. It was a feeling that followed her ever since she and Marlene trespassed on the Selwyn property when they were on their honeymoon. "Of course," she smiled, hoping that it looked real enough. She tried to ignore that she had been inside the manor before, insisting her gaze only stare ahead at Agatha and not venture anywhere else. "Oh, yes, of course," Mary said and fetched her notebook from her bag. "So, where would you like to start? Tell me more about yourself and how you're planning the Parkinson wedding."
Agatha folded her hands neatly over her lap, offering Mary a bright smile as though this were nothing more than a pleasant social call. “The Parkinson wedding will be quite the spectacle, I imagine. They’re rather intent on making a statement.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially, as though sharing a secret between friends. “But what interests me more, Mary, is… perspective. You see details others might miss, don’t you? The kind of things that slip unnoticed until someone like you writes them down.”
Her gaze lingered a little too long before softening again, her smile returning as she reached for the teapot. “Which is why I found it curious --comforting, even-- that you should already be so familiar with our home. Almost as if fate wanted us to speak sooner rather than later.” She poured the tea slowly, sliding the cup across the table with perfect ease. “Strange, isn’t it, the places life takes us?”
