Sofia's [POV]
Everyone raises a glass and toasts are made. God, I love celebrations, and they're better when we have more and more things to celebrate.
"Now, Sofia, tell us about your interview," Edgar says as he passes some saltines to Jo, who's looking slightly wan.
"You okay?" I ask Jo. She seemed fine when we got together for dinner after I landed in L.A.
"Nausea," she replies. "Some days I'm fine, some days I'm not. Unfortunately, today's kinda not. But it isn't so bad I can't be around food. Just can't stomach the idea of having anything with grease."
"You want some fruit salad, then?" Ivy asks. "We have a huge bowl in the fridge."
"Nope. Just saltines. But thanks." Jo turns to me. "And about the interview..."
"He was upset I didn't call," I say.
"What do you mean?" Ivy says. "I feel like there's a good story behind this."
