Ella had just barely pushed the door forward when Leah knocked, and she pulled it right back open, Ed's champagne bottle cradled in the crook of her arm.
She stared for a moment, even though it wasn't the polite thing to do, and then she caught herself and smiled, moving aside, welcoming. "Leah," she said with a nod toward Ed. "This is Ed. Ed, this is my half-sister, Leah."
She tried to find the little girl she'd met in the stranger's face in front of her, but she couldn't quite make the connection. Still, it wasn't surprising; the memory of a six-year-old was not photogenic.
"Ed brought champagne, and I made dinner," she said obviously, since the apartment was heavy with the scent of food and spice and the champagne was in her arms.