In keeping with the overall vintage castle feel of the place, the phone in my room was an old brass rotary phone. I had to spin the circular panel in front to dial Steph’s number. It took me four times to get it right; I kept fumbling and the thing spun the wrong number, but finally I got through.
“Steph?”
“Chloe! You’re okay!”
“Yeah, I’m fine. More than fine, actually.” I stretched one arm over my head and lay back onto the soft covers of the bed.
“You sound like you just got a head from a sexy billionaire.”
I choked, and then tried to cough to get the lump out of my throat, then choked again. On the other end of the line, I heard Steph squeal.
“Oh my God! Andy totally called it. Andy, you were right!”
“Jeez, Steph—”
“Tell me all about it.”
“I can’t. Look, Steph
