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Rissa shrugged and kept scrolling. “Because you designed it.”

“You two designed it. I just helped.”

“You did a lot more than help.”

Sophie took the phone back and refreshed the screen. Her eyes widened. “Fourteen thousand.”

From across the room, Sophie’s mother laughed. “Grandma is going to tell everyone she knows that her granddaughter is famous.”

“Mom.”

“What? She will.”

Sophie groaned, but Rissa laughed. Yesterday was the first time the girls met in person, but anyone walking into the room right then might not have guessed it.

Their connection began during a video call weeks earlier. Amanda didn't know exactly how the subject had come up, only that Sophie had mentioned losing her father when she was young. Rissa had gone still for a moment before telling her about losing her mother at nine.

After that, something between them had changed.

There were parts of losing a parent as a child that people who hadn't lived through it could sympathize with but never fully understand. Rissa and Sophie recognized that in each other, and their friendship quickly moved beyond bedding choices and storage solutions.

Sophie refreshed the screen again.

“Sixteen thousand.”

Amanda laughed. “You might want to stop doing that every ten seconds.”

“I can’t. I’ve never had anything go viral before.”

“It’s not viral yet.”

Sophie stared at her. “How many views does it need before I’m allowed to call it viral?”

Before Amanda could answer, Rissa leaned closer to the phone. “Does it matter? Look how many people are asking where we got the storage bins.”

That immediately caught Amanda’s attention.

She crossed the room to look over their shoulders.

Apparently, she wasn't finished working.

Storage had been one of the biggest challenges when they started planning the room. Amanda had spent hours searching for pieces with the right dimensions, that served more than one purpose, and that didn’t look like they belonged in a garage. More than once, she'd caught herself imagining how she would improve them.

Eventually, she'd called Madeline.

What had started as a casual conversation about putting Amanda's name on a small collection of home organization products had turned into several calls, preliminary designs, and Madeline reaching out to companies that might be interested in a licensing deal.

Nothing was official yet.

But as comments multiplied beneath the girls’ video, Amanda felt Madeline would be very interested in the response.

She took out her phone. “If things go the way I'm hoping, maybe someday you'll be tagging me because those are my bins.”

Rissa looked up. “Your organization line?”

Sophie whipped around. “You're starting a company?”

“Maybe. We're still figuring it out.”