My hand drifted up to my collarbone.

“She texted you?”

“She said you wouldn’t sit with her during the fitting.

She said you hid in the back room because you hated the dress she chose.”

“That’s a total fabrication,” I said.

“She’s the one who asked the manager to put me out of sight.”

At last Ethan looked at me.

His jaw was clenched.