Mia stood in front of the mirror, swiping a layer of gloss over her lips, when Samantha’s voice disrupted the silence.
“So, let me get this straight.” Samantha leaned against the doorframe, “You say you’re being nice—because he needs emotional support, right?” Her brows lifted.
“Yes?” Mia turned to meet her gaze.
“Hmm… even after you woke up in his bed.”
Mia sighed, pressing her lips together to even out the gloss. “And that was all. What’s there to lie about?”
Samantha’s grin widened. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re actually getting all dressed up for him at this time of the evening?”
She checked her wristwatch. “Or should I just say goodnight now?”
Mia rolled her eyes. “It’s just 6PM, Sam. I’ll be back.”
“Uh-huh.” Samantha tilted her head. “That’s what you said yesterda
