The knock on the door came earlier than Sasha expected anyone. She was still in her robe, hair loose from sleep, when she heard the insistent tapping. She frowned, clutching her coffee mug, and dragged herself toward the door.
When she opened it, Stella was standing there with a grin so wide it practically hurt to look at. Her face glowed like she'd swallowed the morning sun whole.
Sasha blinked, confused.
"Why do you look like you just won the lottery this early in the morning?" she asked, stepping aside.
Stella brushed past her with a rush of perfume and excitement, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she set her bag on the couch.
"Guess!" she squealed, spinning once like a teenager showing off a new dress.
Sasha shook her head immediately.
"You know I'm terrible at guessing. If
