Ellie settles back against the sofa cushions with the satisfaction of a case closed.
Then her gaze drifts—lands on the jacket Mia still has on, the one that is quite obviously not from any shop Mia has ever set foot in.
"Wait." She sits up. "Mia. That jacket."
"Hm."
"You weren't wearing that last night."
Ellie grabs her arm before she can take another sip of water.
"Wait. Lucas said Elias went to find you." Her eyes narrow. "And you just said he arrived at the end. So you two were alone. In a hotel suite. All night." She tilts her head. "Mia."
"Nothing happened." Mia carries both glasses back to the living room. "He looked after me. I was drunk. That's the whole story."
Ellie follows. "He didn't do anything? Nothing at all? Not even a little—"
Mia drinks her water.
Her ears go re
