A large box, topped by smaller boxes, was blocking the entrance. “Mom?” Mitchie called out. She gently pushed a few boxes out of the way and leaned into the room, Caitlyn close behind. “Are you here?” “Just push those over,” Connie said, popping up from behind a large crate. “This is insane, isn’t it?” She blew her hair out of her eyes. “If we pull this off, it will be a miracle! There are hundreds of people coming to this party!” Pushing their way in, Mitchie and Caitlyn started opening boxes, unloading all the food that needed to be refrigerated. Mitchie had helped her mom do large catering events before, but she had never seen so many tiny hot dogs in her whole life! The three of them worked hard, and soon they could see the counters and floors again. With a sigh, Connie sat down on a chair and looked over her to-do list. “I think that’s everything for now,” she said, with a relieved smile. “Thanks, girls. If you hadn’t helped me out, I would still be opening boxes.”
