—Mabel—
Sunlight spilled through the open windows of my bedroom. It landed on my face, chasing the remnants of sleep from my eyes.
Yawning, I sat up on the bed and my lips curved into a smile as I remembered the invitation to the yacht party.
I picked up my phone and clicked the text icon on Ruth’s contact. (Hello, bestie. Can we meet up later today?)
Sent.
Giggling like my kids, I clambered down from the bed and sauntered to the bathroom. I washed my face, just as I was brushing my teeth, Ruth texted back.
(Hello, babe. What's up? Are you okay...what about the kids?)
Smiling, I texted her back. (We’re good. Everything is fine. I just want to see you later. I’ve got a little surprise for you.)
Sent.
Almost immediately, my phone rang and I broke into a laugh.
I picked up. “Good mo
