Krista POVI told Sophia at seven in the morning.She was still in her robe, holding a mug with both hands, and I walked into the kitchen and said, "My mother is arriving New York tonight at six fifteen," and Sophia set the mug down on the counter very carefully, like she needed her hands free for whatever came next.She came closer to me and asked again!"Your mother," she said. Like she didn't hear me the first time I said it."Elena Monroe. E.M. Laurent. Yes.""The woman who is literally one of the most influential anonymous designers in Europe.""She is also just my mother, Sophia."Sophia picked the mug back up. She took a long sip. Then she looked at me over the rim and said, "We are going to need to leave by four. Traffic on the expressway is going to be impossible if we leave any later than that."I laughed. It came out louder than I expected, surprised out of me, and Sophia grinned into her coffee, and for a moment the kitchen felt like something other than a temporary shelter
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