"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Mia Moreland opened the closet to choose clothes for the date. She picked and tossed, piling clothes on the bed, still not satisfied with any of them. Amelia Clarke walked in and saw the mess all over the bed. "You're going on a date with Dr. Chapman?"
Mia Moreland widened her eyes. "How did you know?"
"Guesswork," Amelia Clarke said lightly. A woman dresses up for the person she loves. Besides Dr. Chapman, who else could make Mia Moreland rummage through all her clothes?
"You're spot on." Mia Moreland picked up a fur coat and measured it against herself. "How about this one?"
Amelia Clarke shook her head and picked another outfit from the heap. "This one suits your temperament better."
"Really?" Mia Moreland reached out to take it. "Hey, what kind of temperament do you think I have?"
Amelia Clarke glanced at her baby fat and flat chest. "Childish."
Mia Moreland: "..."
