“Adaline Ha’darra Lee-Stephens!” Samara warned in a low tone from the doorway of her daughter’s bedroom nearly three hours later.
Adaline grimaced and shot her an apologetic smile. Samara fought a smile at her precocious daughter’s expression. Adaline bit her lip and peered back at her with wide, pleading eyes.
“No one’s here,” Adaline defended.
“Yeah, but explaining how you did this in less than two hours is going to be difficult,” Samara retorted.
“The only ones who’ll see it will know,” Adaline reasoned.
Samara shook her head. “It does look pretty spectacular. Here are your last boxes. I think the top one is the one you were looking for,” she said with a grin.
“Thank you! I love you,” Adaline said, her voice muffled as she dug into the box.
Samara shook her head in resignation. S
