The balloon danced in the heat coming through the vents as she made her way into the kitchen to get the number. The flower was still as fresh as it had been the day before, which didn’t surprise her because Macey had a special way of cutting her flowers that made them last longer than usual. The pin she’d received on the first day was fastened to the red cardigan she wore over a black fitted top, matched with a black pair of slacks she hoped looked slimming. She’d put on her black boots before Joe arrived, but for now, she needed to get this phone call over with.
It took her a moment to find the number in her unorganized bag, but eventually she pulled it out and headed back toward her room to make the call in private. Sophie was just coming out of her own room, dressed in a sweatshirt and
