Amara had barely taken her first sip of coffee when her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Elara. It wasn't even eight in the morning yet, and Elara calling this early was either very good news or something so dramatic it needed immediate attention. Knowing Elara, it was probably both.
She answered with a yawn. "Do you ever sleep, or is causing chaos your full-time job?"
"Good morning to you too, sunshine," Elara shot back, her voice unusually cheerful. "I've got news."
"Uh-oh," Amara said, leaning back in her chair and putting her coffee down. "What did you do? Or more importantly, who did you do?"
"It's not about me!" Elara said indignantly, but Amara could hear the poorly hidden glee in her voice. "It's about Marisol."
Amara perked up. "Oh? Did she finally confess her feelings to Clémence, or is she still playing the tragic lead in her own life story?"
Elara laughed. "Oh, she confessed, alright. And guess what? Clémence kissed her."
