Roxy's POV

"Roxy, thank goodness you're here. Put the bag down, we don't have time."

I had barely stepped through the front door, my overnight bag still hanging from my shoulder, when my mother caught my wrist and pulled me toward the stairs.

"Mom, what is going on?"

"No time. Go, go."

She pushed me toward the first step before I could get another question out. The house was strangely busy. Two maids hurried past carrying fresh linens. Another was arranging flowers in the entrance hall, moving so quickly that she nearly knocked over a vase.

"What exactly is going on, Mom?"

"Celeste's parents are coming for dinner."

She said...