"I have it taken care of Warrick." Catherine told him as he shut the door.
"So, do you we have a little mole among us?" He asked.
"I believe we do." Catherine glared at Lindsay.
"Can I have a moment with her?" Warrick asked.
"Yeah, she's all yours." Catherine shook her head and exited back to the party.
Warrick waited until he could no longer hear Catherine's heels. "So..."
"So." Lindsay sat on the bed and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. "You mad at me too?"
"Nope." Warrick smiled.
"Seriously?" Lindsay asked, flipping off her wig.
"Yeah..." Warrick smiled. "After the divorce... I didn't know what move to make."
"You have to be kinda sneaky with mom." Lindsay sighed. "She thinks she's so headstrong, like she has total control all the time. That is so not the case."
Warrick laughed. "I know."
"I'm gonna fix my wig and head back out, you guys having fun?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "Your uncle Gil even got a run in his stockings."
"Oh that's hilarious." Lindsay giggled.
"I'll see you out there." Warrick turned to the door, but stopped short. "You know, you're not that much unlike your mom ." He told her with a grin before rejoining the party.
Lindsay waited for the door to shut. "Yeah, I know." She laughed as she snatched her wig and walked into the bathroom.