Password correct. The door unlocks.
Serena Stanton walks in first and kicks off her high heels at the entryway, stepping barefoot onto the spotless marble floor.
"Don't even mention it. That guy ditched me at The Peninsula Hotel and just left," Rachel Sinclair complained, "Total scumbag."
She followed Serena inside, glanced at the scattered heels on the floor, then shifted her gaze to admire the shoe cabinet, lined with all kinds of colorful, beautiful shoes.
A shoe cabinet for the compulsive organizer, owned by the most scattered Lawyer Stanton.
On one side of the living room is an open-plan dining and kitchen area. Serena opens the fridge, grabs a bottle of mineral water, and asks, "Want something to drink?"
"No, thanks." Rachel looked over Serena's clean and fresh outfit and smiled with surprise. "There's been a typhoon lately, pouring rain almost every day. It rained hard barely half an hour ago—how did you not end up soaked?"
