Rosa points a finger at me. “Talk toMa, Nova.”
Then her square disappears from the screen, leaving me and Nadine alone.
“You want to tell me what it is that you’re doing now?” She asks with a raised brow.
I blink stupidly. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve been folding clothes.”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
Nadine quirks her head. “Nova.”
“Ate,” I mock her knowing tone.
“You never fold your clothes.”
“That’s not true!”
It’s totally true.
“Where are you going?”
I hate that she can read me so well.
My shoulders fall with a sigh. “Fine, I’m going to Switzerland on Tuesday.”
“Come again?” The end of her voice pitches higher. “Switzerland? Why didn’t you tell us? Who are you going with? How’d you pay for it?”
The same old questions.
I bite back a snarl.
“It’s paid for by the company.”
Nadine looks at me expectantly like she’s waiting for the truth, but then sighs when she realizes I’m not about to tell her anything. I will, eventually.
After she gives birth, just not now.
“Okay, but you promise you’ll text us when you get there?”
“Yes.”
No.
Nadine’s pregnancy hormones make her forget easily and she’ll forget this too.
You mean she’ll forget you?
“What are you going for?” She asks.
I go back to folding the dress but give up when it keeps slipping through my fingers. It looks just fine stuffed next to a bunch of random outfits. Plus, irons exist.
“There’s an author there,” I lie. “She hasn’t been writing or updating us and I’m her editor.”
“You’re being sent to check on her?”
“Something like that,” I fake a bigger smile with a wiggle of my brows. “Plus, they said I get a bonus if I go.”
