**Luck's back on**

The knock came just after nine the next morning. Valentina was still in her robe, curled against her pillows with a throw blanket wrapped around her shoulders, flipping half-heartedly through an unread book. She didn't bother to call out. Olive pushed the door open without waiting.

“Sorry to bother you, ma’am. This came in through a courier this morning. Personal delivery.” Olive stepped in with a dark green envelope in hand. No sender name on it, but the seal had the ...