Killian
The sound of hammering woke me, like a woodpecker had made a nest in my skull.
I cursed myself for scheduling a contractor this early, then the fog cleared and I remembered that I had not scheduled any work to be done.
I peel myself out of bed, the sheets damp from whatever stressful dream I was having the night before. A note on my side table explained a bit what was going on:
“Party planning starts now! xo, N”
My groggy brain took a moment to catch up until remembered the events of the day before. N stood for Natalie. She was back, and she was already knee deep in planning a party to welcome herself back.
It felt in line with the Natalie I knew, a young woman who loved socializing and champagne. She thrived at the center of attention, and had the elegance and regality t
