For all my author friends, this girl is for you!

The door creaked open, and Victoria spotted Louisa, her fourteen-year-old sister, snuggled up in the four-poster bed, book in hand. Her brunette hair hung long over her fleece nightgown.

Victoria walked to the bed. “Louisa, why are you awake?”

Louisa set her book down. “Stella wanted to sleep, but I wasn’t tired.”

A laugh escaped Victoria’s lips. “Stella’s only nine, and she needs her sleep. So, do you.”

Louisa’s green eyes sparkled. “I just couldn’t stop reading. Not in the middle of the story.”