Ella's POV:
The sound of my phone ringing broke the comfortable silence in the penthouse. I glanced at the screen and smiled when I saw Kate's name flashing. Answering, I barely had time to say "Hello" before her voice burst through the speaker.
"Ella! I'm here, standing in the lobby, and your receptionist won't let me up. Apparently, 'I'm here to celebrate my best friend's new relationship' isn't a valid reason to be let into a penthouse," she said, her tone dripping with faux outrage.
I laughed, already picturing her tapping her foot impatiently in front of the desk. "Kate, you could've told me you were coming earlier. I'll call them now to let you up."
"You should've just known," she retorted playfully. "Best friend telepathy, Ella. We need to work on it."
Rolling my eyes, I ended the call and immediately dialed the front desk. "Hi, this is Ella. My friend Kate is downstairs, please let her up."
