“Aria took it better than I thought,” Mirabella said quietly, brushing her hair in front of the mirror.

It was bedtime already. The soft dim light from the wall bulbs made the bedroom warm and cozy. Beverly had gone home an hour ago. It was a good thing her house was right next to Mirabella’s. She could practically walk home in her pj and slippers. By the time Mirabella was ready to enter her own room, Aria was still in the living room, cleaning up. She had insisted on washing the dishes ...