Emily felt pleasantly dreamy the next morning at breakfast.

“Well, it’s confirmed,” Byron said, “My mom admitted to destroying Christine’s tabloid. She reported it for health code violations because of how dirty the office was, and they hadn’t paid their rent, so it was all too easy to take them down.”

“Huh,” Emily said.

“Your eyes are unfocused,” Byron remarked, “What are you thinking about?”

“Last night was ...