"Mom!!! Mom!!!"
Priscilla yelled breathlessly as she ran down the stairs waving her phone. Clad in a dark green nightgown with a white dressing robe over it, she stood in front of Ava Blackburn whose heavy golden tresses were bound in a nightcap, wearing a floral printed apron over a voluminous baby pink nightgown.
Ava looked up to see her daughter who had one hand planted on her shapely hip, the other clutching her pearl iPhone like a lifeline. Her platinum hair sleep rumpled and tousled, dark green eyes flashing, chest heaving from her short flight downstairs.
Ava though curious just raised and inquisitive brow and waited.
Flushing hotly, Priscilla stumbled over her words , "M-Mom, you can never believe what just happened".
