Sarah POV
I had liked Lainey Wilson at the center after just our brief meeting, and after she exclaimed in delight over the tea and took a photo of the lavish but dainty display for her pups at home, I liked her even more.
It was a good thing too because once we got down to business, the first thing she wanted to discuss was the latest online photo of me that had gone viral. She held it up on her tablet, and I saw myself at the perfume display at Au Bon Marche.
“I thought those girls took photos of Grace and Chloe,” I said. Then I frowned. “Well, I guess I prefer it’s a photo of me and not them, but still.”
“Still what?” Lainey asked.
“It’s such an embarrassing moment. I mean, I had no idea those were werewolf perfumes.”
“So what?”
“So, I look ridiculous.”
Lainey took a pointed sip
