---- I tried the code a few more times, but the door still wouldn't open. Someone had changed the passcode to my apartment. Thankfully, I always kept a spare key in my purse. The moment I pushed the door open, I froze. The minimalist aesthetic I had so carefully curated had been completely destroyed. A cheap faux-fur throw was draped over my Eames lounge chair. My Bang & Olufsen speakers were covered in Hello Kitty stickers. Takeout boxes were piled across the imported Belvarian marble dining table like some kind of trash altar. The abstract painting was still on the wall-but now surrounded by a collage of Emma's selfies. I pushed open the master bedroom door and found Emma lounging on my 80-dollar Hastens mattress, wrapped in the custom linen bedding I had custom- made in Parisvale. ---- She was startled awake, but instead of panicking, she looked pissed. "What the hell, Sophie? Ever heard of knocking? This is trespassing." I took a deep breath, doing everything in my power not to lunge across the room and tear her apart. "Emma, get a grip. This is my apartment." "Matthew said I could stay here. So technically, it's mine now. He let me move in, so you don't just get to barge in whenever you feel like it. Didn't your mother teach you anything about respecting people's privacy? "