Which begs the question: How the f**k did that disaster of an interview turn into this?
“You two sound so in love!” Anya snatches the paper away, her eyes seconds away from turning into cartoonish hearts. She points to a paragraph. “This part. I love this part. Listen. ‘Ivan and Cora admit their relationship is a bit of a whirlwind, but it doesn’t feel that way from the inside. ‘My whole life has been a series of experiences and disappointments that have made me ready for someone like Ivan,’ Cora said. ‘Someone dependable and loyal. I know that he’ll always take care of me.’”
She sure as hell never said that. Not when I was around, anyway.
Anya tosses the newspaper at me and throws herself down into a leather chair, practically vibrating with glee. “Oh my God, I knew sending the two of
