I dip my head to fully see her face, and still the smile lingers. “What’s that?” “What’s what?” she asks, setting the knife in the sink, and washes her hands. “That thing on your lips. Julianna Sparks, are you smiling at me?” Her eyes grow and as if she realises what she’s doing, her lips cast downward and she turns her back to me. “What? No, I’m not.”
