Before Stella could get a word out, Ethan's face already darkened completely, storm clouds gathering across his features.
He asked in a frigid, sharp tone, "Quite in a good mood, aren't you? Went out for pizza, huh?"
'Ugh, this man's got a nose like a bloodhound!'
On her way out of the pizza place, she'd stopped by the perfume shop next door. The salesgirl had practically shoved a tester under her nose and sprayed a few spritzes on her clothes—"free sample," she'd said. The floral scent should've masked every trace of the greasy pizza smell. Who would've guessed it still wasn't enough to slip past Ethan's all-seeing nose?
Stella was definitely not dumb enough to own up to it. She denied it immediately, putting on her most innocent face, "No way! There was a perfume shop next door—the s
