 Cheesy Mac
Reagan was heading from the catering station with two boxes in her hands when she spotted two people outside Clara's dressing area door. She hurried up to them and in a forced calm, but clearly distressed voice, "What on earth do you think you're doing? No one is supposed to see Ms. Belle before her feet hit that center aisle carpet! I suggest you both find a seat as we'll be starting rather soon." And with that said, Reagan edged herself in front of them, stacked one box upon the other, and knocked upon the door while speaking loud enough for Clara to hear her, "Ms. Belle, it's Reagan again. I'm entering now." She knew that Clara was already decent considering she'd been in her gown the last time Reagan was down here in the room, so she opened the door slowly and only as far as necessary to let her slight frame and the two boxes she carried through the door without letting anyone see inside.
She placed the boxes down on a small coffee table and asked with an excited smile, "The arrangements have been made, so are you ready to do this now?"
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