I immediately grabbed the tissue before my iced tea spills on the couch and on my clothes. Ivana helped me while Miles called the waiter out to clean up the mess I made and give us a new glass for my drink.
I looked at my dress and gladly, I was safe from the spillage.
Ivana looked at Miles with accusing eyes. “What the hell? Why ST?” she asked him but her eyes are giving Miles signals.
Miles then understood her point and looked at me. “Oh, my god, Trace! I didn’t realize it!” he told me sounding so guilty about it.
I smiled weakly and shook my head. “No, it’s fine. It’s been years,” I told Miles.
Ivana gave me a sharp, knowing look. “That face of yours doesn’t show that it’s fine.” Her voice was stern and she sounded like she’s mad at me.
I sighed and smiled wider. “I am fine!
