Mirabella’s phone rang again for the thirteenth time that day. She groaned in frustration, looking at the screen flashing Aria. She pressed the answer button before the ringtone could finish.

“Aria, really? Can you let me breathe for a moment?” she snapped, rubbing her temple. “We’re already about to close the shop!”

She was standing near the counter, wearing Rena her tiny denim jacket over her orange color outfit, ready to head home. But Aria had been calling nonstop — every ...