"Who could that be?" Anger demanded.

"What do we do? What do we do?" Fear asked, speaking rapidly.

"Let's just answer it," Joy reassured.

"Please let this be a doorbell ditch, please let this be a doorbell ditch," Fear chanted.

Riley stood up. She walked towards the front door. Slowly. She sincerely hoped that when she reached the door, nobody would be there.

She placed her hand on the doorknob, then paused. Should I open it? Shouldn't I open it?

If only they had a peephole. She opened the door slowly...very slowly...just enough to stick her eye out. She did not want to open the door all the way and risk somebody seeing her in her mother's wedding dress.

"Hello?" she asked softly, hesitantly.

She looked to her left. She looked to her right.

Nobody was there.

Then she looked down. A package had arrived.

She closed the door, went back into her parent's bedroom, changed her clothes, went back outside and brought the package in.

For several minutes afterwards, she could hear her heart pounding. Loudly. That was way, way too close.

But it could have been worse.

Her parents could have caught her in the act. But they didn't. She didn't know how they would react and didn't want to find out.

Monday arrived, and her parents with it. They were both proud of Riley for keeping the house in working order and for staying on top of her schoolwork.

Her secret was safe. As soon as she deleted the pictures on her smartphone.

Tuesday came, and Riley decided to ask her mother something.

"Can I try on your wedding dress?" Riley asked her mother.

"No," her mother said firmly.

Riley turned around and walked away.

Her mother followed her and put her hand on Riley's shoulder. "Not until you have an engagement ring on your finger."

The end.