Evelyn's POV
"-- and that's why I only ever use onion powder," Mia finished, turning the key to the front door and stepping into the foyer with me in tow. I followed flabbergasted, my eyes wide in disbelief as she finished her story.
"That's actually mad!" I uttered perplexed, trying to wrap my head around what I'd heard, "And you did that twice?"
"Three times, if you count the sauna."
I slowly nodded understandably, "Jesus. Honestly, Mia. I had no idea you had it in you."
"Yep, they don't call me Loosey Mia for no reason."
"People call you that?" I clarified, my nose scrunching up in distaste at the pretty unattractive nickname.
She shrugged nonchalantly with a teasing smile, "In some countries."
We'd been out shopping all morning to get Grace her last minute birthday presents, an
