Chloe's chest felt hollow as she dragged herself out of bed, but she forced her mind away from the ache. Today was not

about her pain. Today was about Zoe.

By the time she showered and pulled on a silk robe, there was a sharp knock at the penthouse door.

"Morning!" Celeste beamed, sweeping inside with a clipboard pressed to her chest. A team of decorators followed behind her, carrying armfuls of flowers, balloons, and fabric swatches. "We're going to make this place sparkle, Miss Chloe. Zoe ...