A moment later, Brandy appeared behind her little twin sisters.
"Oh, Katharina, that dress is so pretty."
She pushed Morgan and McKenna out of the way, both still starstruck. I stepped inside the Loftbrok home and found complete chaos.
Sheets of clear plastic lay everywhere. Masking tape covered the wall trim. Most of the furniture had been pushed out of the living room, shoved into a pile in the hallway beyond.
Those items remaining were wrapped in thick cocoons of more plastic sheeting. Paint buckets, trays, and brushes littered most of the free space, and everything—the people included—was splattered with yellow paint.
"Katharina!" squealed eight-year old Kendall, tearing toward me.
Her mother, walking into the room, leapt out and tackled her daughter.
"Don't touch her!" Andrea exclaimed, tumbling to the ground.
"Not in that dress."
