Zara
Elizabeth dropped a cappuccino on my desk before I’d even logged in.
“How was the dinner?”
“Complicated.”
“How complicated?”
“A woman showed up claiming to be his fiancee.”
She choked on her coffee. “What?”
“It was some arrangement his mother had with made with her friend when they were kids.”
“What did he do about it?”
“He sent her way. But she refused to leave him. She insisted on seeing him. So he stood up to deal with it, and I just—“I shrugged. “Walked over. Took his hand. Told her I was his girlfriend.”
Elizabeth stared at me, cappuccino frozen half way to her mouth. “You did what?”
“I don’t know. It just happened.”
“Zara, that’s insane.” She set her cup down and leaned forward, grinning. “That’s the most badass thing I’ve heard you do since you told off you
