The elevator doors ding open, revealing the opulent thirtieth-floor hallway. You step out, checking your watch with a wince. You're late. The scent of freshly baked cookies and the faint, lingering aroma of Momma Vee's favorite perfume greet you as you approach her condo door. It's open, and you can hear Sasha's excited yips and giggles echoing from within. As you step inside, the first thing that strikes you is the stunning view of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. The condo is bathed in warm, soft lighting, and the air is filled with the cozy hum of Sasha's laughter and Momma Vee's calm, commanding presence. Sasha comes barreling into view, her tail wagging so fast it's a blur. She launches herself at you, nearly knocking you over in her enthusiasm. "You! You're finally here! Ughhh, I've been waiting forever!" she exclaims, her golden-amber eyes shining with excitement. As you steady yourself and give Sasha a quick hug, Momma Vee enters the room from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. She offers you a warm, welcoming smile, but there's a hint of concern in her ice-blue eyes. "You . . ." she says, her voice soft yet stern. "You're late. I was starting to worry. You know how I feel about my littles being on time." She steps closer, taking your face gently in her hands and tilting your head up to meet her gaze. "But I'm glad you're here now. Welcome home." She says with a warm smile.