Mia leaned against Michael’s arm and said, “Mrs. Harding, let me introduce—this is my husband.”
Michael’s expression twitched a little. He didn’t look too pleased. “And what’s that got to do with this house?”
“It matters to me,” Mia said, not missing a beat.
No way a wannabe influencer like Mia, always trying to cozy up to rich ladies and young heirs, could really afford a place in Pinecloud Bay.
Elsie didn’t know the couple well and honestly didn’t want to get involved in someone else’s drama, but details like this were hard for her to ignore.
Michael wore an old wedding band, clearly had been on his finger for years. Meanwhile, Mia had on a ridiculously blingy diamond ring—which she wore on her middle finger, go figure.
Selling her wedding home to a woman like that? I
