"What's that smell?"
If Mary hadn't been drinking, she would have definitely sensed something off in Hailee's tone.
It was an unmistakable sign of guilt.
Mary sniffed around her neck, making Hailee feel numb.
There shouldn't be any smell, right?
Lost in her thoughts, Hailee was suddenly taken aback as Mary took a deep breath and then interrogated her like solving a case, "The smell of smoke! Hailee, how many cigarettes did you have in the bathroom?"
She hummed, "This cigarette has a distinct smell. When did you start smoking this kind of cigarette?"
Hailee finally mustered the courage to push Mary away and replied, "I didn't smoke. Maybe someone else smoked in the bathroom, considering I've been in there for so long."
It wasn't a lie; she was indeed affected by the smoke.
"Whateve
