Chapter Three
Mei eyed Jia across the table, her wineglass dangling from her fingers. A hint of suspicion clouded her gaze, but her younger sister had a good idea about the reason.
Sometimes an aggressive offense would help a woman avoid the need for a desperate defense.
“Everything went fine,” Jia explained, aiming her fork at her sister and twirling it in a circle. “I don’t understand why you always think my dates are going to fall apart.”
Mei took a sip from her glass and set it down, disbelief lingering in her eyes as she leaned forward. “Because it’s been a long time since you’ve managed to date anyone this long, let alone anyone respectable, and you didn’t call me to tell me about it.” She leaned back, her fingers playing with the glass. “I assumed you just didn’t want to admit i
