Georgia's POV
Saturday arrived before I even had the chance to catch my breath. Friday had vanished in a blur of meetings, chasing after former clients to win them back, and rushing to finish a proposal for prospective ones.
By the time I was done, I realized I had skipped lunch altogether and gone straight to dinner before tucking Katie into bed with her favorite story.
I must've knocked out the second my head hit the pillow because the next thing I knew, Wendy was shaking me awake. "Ella's been calling nonstop," she said, thrusting my phone into my hand.
I groaned, rubbing my eyes. I hadn't even set my alarm, planning to take the morning slow before heading to Vicky's house after lunch. But clearly, those two had cooked up an entirely different plan.
With no time to waste, I hopped into the shower, threw on a casual top and denim skirt, and ran out the door. Excitement bubbled in my chest—half from anticipation, half from curiosity.
