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“I’m sorry but I really need to speak to Adam. I think I might have been wrong about him.” Quickly I told her what he had told me.
“If that’s really true then you owe him a major apology,” Faith said and pushed me away from the mirror so she could see herself. “Give me your purse.”
She got out my red lipstick and applied a thick layer.
“He’s totally going to see you’re not me,” I said and used my hands to straighten her hair to look more like mine.
“No he’s not. Zip me up,” she said and adjusted her breasts in her bra.
“They do look bigger,” I commented. “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”
“Don’t you start again.” She pushed out her breasts. “Hopefully Mr. Greengard will be too distracted by my cleavage to notice my poor imitation of your fake British accent.”
“You’ll be fine, and this will give me a chance to talk to Adam without being interrupted by fans all the time.”
Faith adjusted her long blue dress once it hung down my body. “The necklace is supposed to hang like this,” she said and corrected the white pearl necklace.
“I like it better that way.”
“No, stop it.” She batted my hands away. “I decide how I dress and I say the necklace hangs like this.”
“All right, granny,” I muttered low.
“Pearls are classics, so don’t start with me,” Faith said with a reproachful glance and sucked on her finger. “You have a little something here.”
I pulled back. “Eww, don’t turn into Mom and stick your ‘spitty’ finger in my face.”
“Fine,” Faith gave me a last glance over and then she narrowed her eyes. “Don’t do something stupid like make Logan think you’re me. No one messes with my man.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to talk to Logan, I’m going to talk to Adam,” I said and pushed past her to open the door.
Faith pulled me back with a last warning. “Don’t make Adam think you’re really me to get him to talk or something.”
With those words she pushed me out and moved straight toward the place we had last seen Onava and Mr. Greengard.
I watched her glide through the room – trailed by my security man – and felt oddly inspired by her last words.
Would Adam feel more inclined to confess the truth to Faith than me?
Faith was an expert at making people talk, and I would just have to imitate the way she did it.
If I swear to him that I won’t tell “Chloe,” maybe I could get him to admit that he actually did leave me that day, I thought while looking for Adam.
It could work!I decided and sped up when I saw him across the room and realized he was halfway out the door.
