“I lied to him.”
I swallowed.
“I know.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“I told Ethan you preferred staying home.
That you didn’t like formal events.
That you didn’t want to be in the photographs.”
I felt my face grow hot.
“Why?”
Her shoulders shook.
“Because I was ashamed.”
“Of me?”
She looked at me.