Tessa’s POV
“Are you pregnant?”
The words, harsh and accusing, ricochet through my skull like bullets. I look up at Mira and Madeleine with wide eyes and fumble for something to say.
“How–how could I be pregnant?” I stammer out hastily. “I mean, Evander and I have always used contraception, so…”
Mira furrows her brow, clearly doubtful of my words but not entirely sure how to press for more detail.
Before she gets the chance, though, Madeleine cuts in. “Well, what a coincidence! Mira invited me here for shopping and we had a great time.”
Quick as a viper, Mira steps in again. “We have!” She says quickly. “In fact, Madeleine…”
Mira reaches into one of her bags. All I can do is watch as she begins unloading trinkets and baubles into Madeleine’s arms: expensive perfumes, jewelry, bo
