“Oh, my God!” Dora jolted, startled to see Cassie in an unexpected place in the mansion.
Cassie had a sandwich in her mouth while her hands were busy placing their clothes in the washing machine. She turned to her daughters’ nanny and waved briefly.
“You should have asked me to do it,” Dora muttered worriedly, peering at the machine.
“Hmm hmm…” Cassie held the sandwich and sat on the bench nearby, repeating what she said. “It’s okay. I’m used to this.” She grinned and glanced at the machine doing its job. “Besides, I like your washing machine here.”
“Huh?” Dora blinked confusedly at her.
Cassie chuckled as she said, “Automatic.”
“Ah,” Dora nodded, taking the empty laundry basket. “I came for Willow’s clothes.” Her cheeks turned crimson as she realized she had no clothes to wash. “It
