“Then I need to go pack my bag.” “Pack what bag?” I ask. “For my sleepover with Harper tomorrow.” Stella gives me such a huge grin that I don’t know what to say in response. “Thank you for saying yes!”
“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She pauses and waits for me to nod in agreement. “Felix.” “Who the hell is Felix?” I ask, but she doesn’t say anything. Then it hits me. “Not the fucking gardener?”