SOPHIA'S POV
The elevator chimed softly as it opened on the twentieth floor, and I stepped out onto a marble-tiled corridor that screamed luxury. The place was quiet, save for the faint hum of a distant vacuum and the soft click of my heels against the polished floor. I found Carol’s door easily—Unit 2003, right at the corner—and paused for a moment to take in the fact that my best friend now lived in a place like this. A penthouse.
I shook my head to myself, suppressing a smile as I knocked. I barely had time to lower my hand before the door swung open.
“Soph!” Carol grinned, pulling me in before I could say a word.
The hug was tight and warm and long—like she was afraid if she let go, I might disappear again. I felt the same.
“You look so good,” I murmured as I stepped back. “Pregnancy suits you.”
She laughed and waved me off. “Please, I look like I haven’t slept in days.”