I was halfway through my morning coffee when the doorbell rang. I opened it without looking, expecting another passive-aggressive note or delivery.
Instead, a very elegant, very beautiful woman in her late twenties stood there holding a tray of pastries and two coffees.
“Hi!” she said brightly. “You must be Amy.
I’m Sophia — Charles’s sister. He told me all about you!”
I blinked. “He… what?”
She breezed past me into my apartment like we were old friends. “He said you’re the fiery neighbor who keeps him on his toes. I had to meet the woman who finally got under his skin. Here, I brought breakfast!”
I stood there like an i***t as she set everything on my kitchen island and started unpacking croissants, muffins, and fruit.
“Um… Sophia, right?” I said slowly. “I think there’s been a mis
