Amelia POV
My jacket looks like evidence from a crime scene.
The wine stain across the front has dried dark, and with the mascara streaks and whatever that brown stuff is near the collar, I might as well be carrying a confession. Mrs. Hae takes one look and starts laughing.
"Oh honey, what happened to you?"
I drape the jacket over her counter. "I fell."
"You fell into what? A wine press?"
"A client dinner."
She picks up the jacket and turns it over in her hands. Her fingers stop at each stain.
"This is going to be expensive," she says.
"I figured."
"Red wine is stubborn. Like men."
I almost smile. Mrs. Hae's husband left twenty years ago, and she's been holding grudges about the entire gender ever since.
My phone buzzes. I ignore it.
"Red wine, olive oil, and..." She squints a
