Two days later, there was a knock on our front door. I pattered down the stair quickly, practically sprinting to answer it. On my front doorstep was Annick Chapelle. He had dyed his hair bright purple and was wearing a turquoise suit. He smiled at me, showing his perfect white teeth.
“Hello, my dear.” The designer said.
I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Anni! I’m so glad you’re here.”
He laughed, hugging me. “Miss Bri, I’m not sure this is protocol.”
I smiled, pulling away. “Oh, don’t worry. Nobody’s going to say anything. Come on in.”
Annick walked in and looked around. He slowly walked through the house, scanning every inch. The designer sat his briefcase on the counter, still looking around. When he was done, he turned to me.
