Chapter Nine — I is for Infiltrate the Enemy. Check!

Locating Darcy's house was easy. Adding to the fact that LittleWood was a small town, we hosted the end of year party there last year.

PS. It's where I ripped my swimming suit.

Anyways, after my mom reluctantly drove me there, I stepped up to the front door, my bag slung over my shoulder and knocked.

It was semi-big, a two-storey house painted in white, had wooden shutters and a cobblestone driveway. Beautiful lilies surrounded the entire house.

The front door opened a crack and a pair of blue eyes peered out.

It opened wider and Darcy's mom appeared fully. A flowery apron was wrapped around her tall, thin frame, her brown hair was tied back. Her blue eyes like Darcy's was warm and friendly.

“Hello Taylor. Why, it's so nice to see you,” she spoke with a heavy French accent.

Last year she insisted on learning each and everyone's names.

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