—Mabel—

Sunlight spilled through the open windows of my bedroom. It landed on my face, chasing the remnants of sleep from my eyes.

Yawning, I sat up on the bed and my lips curved into a smile as I remembered the invitation to the yacht party.

I picked up my phone and clicked the text icon on Ruth’s contact. (Hello, bestie. Can we meet up later today?)

Sent.

Giggling like my kids, I clambered down from the bed and sauntered to the bathroom. I washed my face, just as I was brushing my ...