The group left after they promised that they would deliver tomorrow. Deive showed them out then went upstairs. Maybe he was planning to see her. She stood up and waved at him. “Deive!”
He looked up, his eyes bulged in shock, and nearly tripped the stairs. “Drat! I thought you are really a white lady on that dress.” She was wearing a white lacy dress and because she was in a hurry to check out the commotion, she didn’t bother to comb her hair.
“Fine. I will just fix myself,” she said.
He took the stairs two steps at a time. He rushed to her and took her elbow to lead her back to her room. “Why did you get up?”
“I heard the noise.”
“You shouldn't have left the room,” he said in a grim voice. “I could handle them just fine.”
“I am glad I peeped at the conversation.” She tapped his arm
