(Zara)
Mia came over with takeout and a look that meant she'd already decided how the conversation was going to go.
"Don't," I said, before she'd even set the bags down. "Whatever it is, don't."
"I haven't said anything."
"You're wearing your face. The one from the car."
"That's my normal face." She started unpacking cartons onto my counter, not looking at me, which was how I knew she was building up to it. "You know it's everywhere now. The dance. I stood ten feet from it and watched it happen, and I've still had the photo sent to me four times today by people who have no idea it was my sister in the green dress." She glanced up. "It's strange, seeing a thing you witnessed turned into a headline. Makes it bigger than it felt in the room. And it felt pretty big in the room."
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