87 Chapter Eighty-seven : The Bolster

Back at the mansion :

Hands on hips, Isabella asked her " How sure are you that this stupid plan of yours is going to work? "

Anabelle glanced up and scowled at her before refocusing her attention on the long, thin , almost invisible yet firm cord in her hands, fastening it around both chairs placed at the sides between the entrance. 

She heaved as she tightened it " First of all, this plan isn't stupid. And secondly, I learnt from the best " 

Then Anabelle stood up and admired her work. It  would take a very, very close look to discover  something was tied there - how perfect ! Her eyes twinkled and she rubbed her palms together in gleeful anticipation.

"What next? " Izzy asked in a bored tune and wrapped both arms across her chest with a stern expression. 

Anabelle tugged a stray lock of hair behind her ear " I scream and you act "