"Oh... yes, what a coincidence," Natasha said, forcing a smile that was equal parts awkward and strained.
Her reaction seemed surprisingly composed. But this was just the beginning.
"Ugh, now you'll steal the spotlight in the press again," I sighed dramatically, injecting just the right amount of girlish innocence into my tone. "Red really does suit someone with a little more maturity. I'll need at least twenty more years before I can carry it off like you do."
I wasn't exaggerating. Over dinner one evening, Kevin casually mentioned that Natasha was thirty-six.
If she'd been flaunting her assets with this same over-the-top style back in her younger days, she could easily have a daughter my age by now.
"No, no, you're beautiful. Red looks wonderful on you," Natasha said, her forced smi
