MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth rushed into her house early in the morning, the heels of her shoes clicking against the tiled floor as she hurried to get dressed for work.
Her unexpected sleepover at Laura’s meant she didn’t have any extra clothes, and time was running short. As she slipped into a tailored blouse, she grabbed her phone and dialed Miguel.
The call connected, and Miguel’s familiar voice came through. “Good morning, Liz. How are you?”
“Morning, Miguel. I'm fine. How are you feeling today?” Elizabeth asked, fastening her earrings as she spoke.
“Better than yesterday,” Miguel replied. His tone was lighter, a sign that he was indeed recovering. “You sound like you’re in a rush. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just running late for work,” Elizabeth replied casually, grabbing her shoe
