Mira
I held my coffee mug, as I was about to sip, the front door opened, footsteps echoed down the hall. It was Lila, I smiled at her and turned to face my work.
“Good mornings,” her voice rang out, light and confident through the space like it owned it.
I froze mid- sip. My eyes shot up.
Her clothes made her seem untouchable. Her eyes scanned the room, landing briefly on me. Then, without missing a beat, she turned her gaze to Evan.
“Why are you acting out of character?” I asked her.
Evan stood by the window, hands behind his back, there was this tension in his shoulder. It’s not like it was a new thing, but this was weird.
“This is … unexpected,” I murmured to myself.
She smiled, a thin, knowing curl of her lips. “I’m Lila, I believe I’m to be Evan’s fiancée, Evan?”
“What?” My
