Paisley was grinning at me, as smug as could be, and Evelyn was propped on the stool next to her. “I figured you would be missing my face by now. I mean, how could you not?” Paisley waved at herself. “It’s been two whole days, and you know I have most definitely not been missing your face.” I sent her my best glare, even though it was hard to back it with any real anger.
