Toodiva Barbie Rous Mysteries Visitor Part Instant

Toodiva Barbie Rous lived in a house that did not look like a house at all. It sat crooked between a maple with one silver leaf and a row of shops that sold things you did not know you needed until the shops winked at you. Her front door was round like a question mark, painted the color of afternoon lemonade. Above it hung a bell that tinkled every time someone with a secret crossed the threshold.