Two days later
The penthouse feels entirely different when it’s just us girls.
Jade glides across the polished hardwood in high-waisted leather pants, a clinging red silk tank, and sky-high stilettos that click rhythmically against the floor. She carries four towering brown paper bags from the best Chinese joint downtown, a designer tote slung over her shoulder, and her red hair styled into a flawless, glossy blowout.
Right behind her floats Willow. She’s wearing a wide-brimmed felt hat decked out with feathers, an oversized mustard-yellow knitted cardigan over a white linen dress, and an armful of canvas tote bags overflowing with glass jars, dried flowers, and small wooden tubs.
"I brought food!" Jade announces, dropping the grease-spotted paper bags onto the kitchen island with a he
