She turns. Her eyes narrow when she sees me, but it’s only because she’s trying to stop the blush from creeping up her cheeks.
“It's a bit early to be getting ready for the wedding,” I rasp.
She turns back to the mirror abruptly. “I just wanted to make sure I had something to wear that I could actually fit into.”
“The dress suits you. A little risky, though.”
“Because you have a good chance of upstaging the bride.”
She almost smiles at that one. But she manages to turn it into an eye roll at the last second. “Please, Mia will be… She’ll make a beautiful bride.”
“I hope that thought keeps her warm at night after her husband is locked away in jail.”
She glares at me. “We don’t know that that will happen. I still think this could all just be a big misunderstanding.”
“Wouldn’t that be
