Danica POVThe next morning, I awoke to the chatter of women. Mrs. Hardin had completely taken over Dmitry’s downstairs office and dining room. It was her headquarter for the gala she spoke of last night.In the dining room sat pictures, seating charts, and samples. In the office sat her and two other women. Each with notebooks in their hands. I listened from the kitchen as they bounced ideas off each other.Apparently, Mrs. Hardin wasn’t satisfied with whatever the actual planner threw together.I had then feeling that me cleaning the kitchen this morning was a disturbance to them. The brief pauses after each pop clattered was a tiny indication. I imagined her rolling her eyes or telling Dmitry that I had been a nuisance in his absence.This awkward irritation that flowed between the rooms was one of the reasons I liked to clean when my father was outside working. He couldn’t get mad at me, if he couldn’t hear the noises I made.After the sixth pause, I kept the noise to a minimum. M
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