Sophia’s P.O.V

When I got home, the front door swung open before I even reached for the knob. There stood Vee, arms folded across her chest, a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of her lips as she held up a folder thick with papers.

“Guess who’s got numbers that’ll make your jaw drop?” she teased, waving it in the air before pulling me into a tight hug.

“Sophia, you did it. I mean, seriously, the gallery opening? A hit. No, more than a hit. It was a freaking ...