I call Mia back immediately.
She answers before the first ring finishes. Which means she’s been
sitting with her phone waiting. Which means whatever this is, it’s
been burning a hole in her for a while.
“Talk,” I say.
“Okay so first, I stand by CALLED IT because you are absolutely
in serious trouble and I want that on record.”
“Mia.”
“Right. Okay.” A breath. “You know how I run the blog.”
“I’m aware.”
“And you know how I have sources. Everywhere. Like genuinely
everywhere, Zara, I once got a tip from a valet parker and it
led to a three part story…”
“Mia. Adrian. Not good. Go.”
“Someone is running a whisper campaign.” Her voice drops. Serious
now. “About you. In elite social circles. The kind that doesn’t
show up in print, it just moves through rooms. Charity lunches,
boar
