Tiffany stormed to her room and burst into tears. She probably cried so hard that she did not notice Beth came in to her room.
“Tiffany?” Beth tried to comfort her.
“I’m s-so s-sorry,” Tiffany tried to say between sobs, “I did not meant to do it. I am so sorry.”
“You do not have to be sorry about it, Tiff,” Beth hugged her.
“No, you do not understand,” Tiffany moved away, “the pictures that I sent Roger,” she paused to gather courage, “they were made from photoshop. They are not true.”
“We know.”
Tiffany’s eyes widened when she heard Beth.
“What?” She gasped, “What do you mean?” her tears continued to pour.
“Tiffany,” Beth took a deep breath, “Our business is advertising and photoshop pictures are not new to us. We know the pictures are not real.”
“But why?” she asked, still c
