MILA
Nerves flooded my body. I had come so far, only for my cover to be blown by this supreme jerk. It felt like I was back in the restaurant all those years ago, his grip on me never loosening.
“It’s Miya,” I said quickly. “I wear a mask due to a facial injury. I don’t believe we’ve met, sir. But I’m flattered that you think so highly of my cooking.”
Edward’s eyes narrowed. I was sure he could see through my lie. I had hoped my attempt at kissing up to him would smooth over any suspicions. It appeared my idea had not worked, and now Felix had stood and was making his way towards us.
“Let’s prove it, then,” Edward said, pulling out his phone. “I have a picture of Mila Benson right here. We can do a little side-by-side.”
I tried to hide my reaction at him saying he had a photo of me.
