I was right to fear a Moonstone party.

I had been content to turn in early and was getting ready to do so, dressed in a comfy nightgown and thick socks. I slipped beneath the covers, sighing and letting the plush pillows and comforter engulf me.

Avery burst into my room the moment I shut my eyes.

I didn’t even have to open them to know it was her. We had gotten to know each other so well that I was beginning to feel like I could sense her ...