Stopping by his apartment

Arthur unlocked his door with a satisfying click. As he entered he could smell… freshly baked cookies? He looked around. His apartment was immaculate. Every inch was cleaned and polished. His confusion was well deserved, he had certainly not left the apartment in this condition when he left to pick up Cheryl almost three days ago.

He heard a sound from the bedroom, and he went to investigate. Coming down the hall he heard more, somebody working to do something quickly. Then, silence. He pushed the door open quickly. And then he saw her, kneeling on the bed, hands clasped in front of her, back straight. Her white hair spilled down her back in curls. She wore a flushed shaky smile on her face, along with pastel blue skirt cut off just at the knees.

Gwenneth Violora.