I wake up Sunday afternoon to my phone buzzing.
After the crisis, we both slept twelve hours.
Unknown number: *Zara, I’d love to welcome you to Adrian’s world. Lunch tomorrow? My treat. SoHo. - Vanessa*
Vanessa Hale. Adrian’s perfect ex. Why?
Mia: “Did Vanessa just text you? She posted about ‘welcoming new friends’ and I have a BAD feeling.”
Me: “How do you always know?”
Mia: “Professional gossip blogger. It’s my job. Are you going?”
Me: “Should I?”
Mia: “Only if you’re prepared for her game.”
I screenshot it to Adrian.
Me: “Your ex invited me to lunch tomorrow.”
He calls in thirty seconds.
“Don’t go.”
“Good morning to you too.”
“Sorry. Morning. How’d you sleep?”
“Like the dead. You?”
“Same. About Vanessa—please don’t go.”
“Why not?”
“She doesn’t do friendly. She wants so
