Before I can even think, I grab my phone and snap a picture. The soft shutter sound feels louder than it is, but my focus is razor-sharp.
“What are you doing?” Meera hisses, swatting my arm with just enough force to bring me back to the present without causing a scene. Her eyes dart around nervously. “You can’t do that!”
I glance at her, my grip tightening around my phone. “Meera, look at her,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I tilt my head toward Hayley. “How is she drinking wine if she’s pregnant?”
Meera freezes, her expression shifting as she finally registers what I’ve just said. Her gaze snaps back to Hayley, who’s now laughing lightly at something her companion has said, her hand grazing the rim of her glass.
“I…” Meera’s voice falters as her brows knit together. “I almost forgo
