Mia makes hasty introductions. Three of them are sweet and kind, but Lily, I think her name is, regards me sourly from beneath her red mask.
“Of course we all thought Christian was gay,” she says snidely, concealing her rancor with a large, fake smile. Mia pouts at her.
“Lily, behave yourself. It’s obvious he has excellent taste in women. He was waiting for the right one to come along, and it wasn’t you!”
Lily blushes the same color as her mask, as do I. Could this be any more uncomfortable?