The deadline was tight, and given Cecilia's unique taste, I had to spend a lot of time on the design.

After rushing for a few days, I sent the initial draft to her by email on Friday night.

Early the next morning, before seven, someone started knocking on my door in a chaotic rhythm.

As they kept knocking, I could make out a familiar tune from my childhood.

But that didn't help my morning grumpiness.

I shuffled out of the bedroom in my slippers, irritably opened ...