I sit up as well, mirroring Isla’s stretching.
“I’m not sure,” I tell her, “But if they read off the questions, maybe they’re just hoping to gain more attention. Maybe they think we’ll come forward and make a public announcement.”
“Another question from a new follower: Is this woman a rich businesswoman? And another, asking: Could she be another model, like Mr. Montgomery’s last girlfriend?”
I cringe at the mention of Ethan’s ex-girlfriend and put Isla’s phone down.
“I met Ethan’s model ex-girlfriend,” I tell Isla as I slide my shirt over my head. “She was awful, claiming they were still together, and she even hit me.”
Isla gasps and spins to face me. Her mouth drops open like she’s preparing a slew of insults, but I raise my hand to stop her.
“It’s fine. Ethan took care of it,
