It was my turn to cross my arms. “Actually, no. I came to ask you why you lied to me.”
She gave me a quizzical look. “Which time?”
“When you told me about the picture of Alex and Regina.”
Another woman joined us, a stylist judging by the way she held shirts and jewelry against Mia with a critical expression. After trying a few combinations, she shoved a pair of hot pink leather pants at Mia along with a white blouse and leopard-print jacket.
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mia replied as she kicked off her shoes and quickly stripped to her bra and underwear.
“Yes, you do. I’m giving you a chance to admit it.”
“And I take it I’m supposed to be grateful?”
I gave her a pointed look.
She shimmied into the leather pants with an ease that would have made any other woman j
