Cecelia
I knew there had to be something going on because the whole house was in a tizzy. The staff were going above and beyond their usual standard of cleanliness and were busy washing windows, laundering the drapes, shampooing carpets, and polishing everything to a shine.
Ellis was walking around looking smug, but he refused to tell me what was going on. When I questioned the kitchen crew, I gathered that we were having an important dinner party and that there were very important guests expected, but no one, not even Becky, knew who that might be.
“Considering the amount of money he just spent on those tablecloths, it better be the f.ucking president,” I muttered to myself as I climbed the stairs.
Just my luck, Ellis was standing at the top of the stairs waiting for me. I had no inte
