The three of us escaped quietly to my studio.
“Oh, my goodness,” Cindy breathed as we walked in. I did a lap around the room, turning all the lights on. “This place is incredible.”
“Isn’t it? Oh, Yena, I missed this place! We had a lot of fun times in here.”
“Sit down,” I told my guests. “Wherever’s comfortable.”
I grabbed a notebook and pen from my desk then met them over at the couches in the fitting area.
“So what’s up Yena?” Lucy asked, dying with curiosity. “What’s this thing you wanted to talk to us about?”
“Well, I need both of your help with something,” I started. “But I wanted to actually ask Cindy a couple questions first.”
“Sure,” Cindy said. “Fire away.”
Rafaela’s head appeared, popping through the doorway. I guess she had seen the studio door open. I waved her
