Mia's breath caught, and she instinctively turned to flee.
But it was too late.
"Mom? Mom, Mom, Mom… What are you doing? Hey…"
Mrs. Sinclair pushed the meddling Ian Sinclair aside and barged right in.
It was too late for Mia to run.
"And this is?"
A sharp hiss of breath.
Mrs. Sinclair's voice, full of unspoken meaning, came from behind her.
Mia sucked in a sharp breath and then slowly exhaled. Quickly schooling her features, she turned around, a smile fixed on her face as she inclined her head slightly. "Good evening, Mrs. Sinclair."
Mrs. Sinclair's eyes instantly lit up, and she stepped forward and grabbed her hand.
Mia's eye twitched, and her body tensed instinctively.
'Alarm bells went off in her head as a myriad of possibilities flashed through her mind.'
Mrs. Sinclair sized her up, her eyes gleaming.
Mia's eyelashes trembled. For the first time, she was so unnerved she couldn't maintain her composure.
