When I enter the kitchen, Freddie is already sitting at the table.
"Wait, that's not fair, Freddie! How did you know where the kitchen was?" I ask, sitting across from him.
"Honey, I'm a chef! I follow my nose," Freddie says, reaching for an apple. "I also booked this hotel for you both. I know where everything is."
"Good morning, Miss Hallowell and sir!" The chef greets us while putting flutes of mimosas on the table. He then bows. An impressed Freddie mimics the chef.
I take a sip. "So, how was the flight in? More importantly, how was Mom?"
While Ryder and I were here, Mom invited Freddie to one of her charity balls in California. No way would Freddie turn that down!
"Rebecca is everything! And listen, the gown that she wore was everything!"
He reaches into his pants pocket for his cell phone and begins to show me pictures of Mom. "Look at this!"
It is so cute how animated Freddie gets regarding my mother.