Thankfully, the doorbell rings.
Darcy takes two deep breaths, before squealing and primping her appearance one last time. “How do I look?”
“Lovely,” I reply half-heartedly, rolling my eyes as I turn my back to tuck in her sheet.
She seems satisfied with my response and is out the door, primed on greeting the poor chap downstairs.
I quickly finish making her bed as I don’t want to be anywhere near here if she’s planning on giving her guest the grand tour of her bedroom.
Once everything is in order, I go about cleaning the rest of the house. Mr. and Mrs. Duffy are away for the weekend, which is why I jumped at the chance to do some extra chores around the house when Mrs. Duffy asked.
Without them here, I can put my plan of attack into motion.
Faint voices drift up the stairs, and when
