“Arielle?”
“Hmm?” I squint at the pots on the mantle before moving them, putting the taller one behind the shorter one and angling it more to the right so there would be a certain artistic quality to it. One of the lily flowers in the tall case droops, and with my brows furrowing in a frown, I correct it, again, for the ninth time.
What’s wrong with these lilies? Why are they so droopy?!
“Arielle, darling, you’ve been fiddling with those things for like an hour now.” Laken’s fond but exasperated voice comes from behind me. “The house looks perfect already, you can stop and relax.”
“I know, I know, but it won’t hurt to take another look before they arrive.”
“Last time they were here, this place looked like a tornado swept through it,” Laken replies, and I can hear the smile in his voic
