In the midst of a bustling evening, Grace found herself engrossed in the familiar routine of preparing a family meal. The rhythmic clattering of pots and the inviting aroma of a home-cooked feast filled the kitchen. As she moved with purpose, arranging ingredients and orchestrating the culinary symphony, the doorbell rang, shattering the peaceful ambiance.
Grace hurriedly wiped her hands on a kitchen towel. The doorbell's persistent chime echoed through the house, disrupting the harmonious cadence of the meal preparation. Grace, her brows furrowed with curiosity and a touch of irritation, approached the door.
As she opened the door, the silhouette of two figures revealed themselves – Elizabeth and Chloe. Grace's eyes narrowed with suspicion.
Elizabeth's sharp eyes surveyed the interior as if assessing the value of every piece of furniture. "Grace, dear, may we come in?"
