Sage
Eve leaned back in the chair, legs tucked under her, the half-eaten cookie still in her hand. The firelight caught on her face, and for the first time tonight she looked lighter, like the weight of Mia’s news had lifted, even if only for a little while.
“I was at the register, about to pay, when the guy working the counter—this young sales attendant, probably twenty-one or twenty-two—suddenly gasped like he’d seen a ghost. He said he’d been a fan of mine since day one. Called me the prettiest woman he’d ever seen.”
My fingers tightened around the bottle. Prettiest woman he’d ever seen. The words sat in my gut like broken glass.
She went on, oblivious. “I was shocked. Asked if we’d met before. He said no, but he sees me on TV sometimes—interviews, the charity events, whatever gets
