She licks her lips. “I see. So you lied to me.” “I wasn’t lying. It was a fashion statement.” “Yes.” Her blue eyes are like ice. “But then later I asked you about it and you said you had on contacts. Didn’t you?” “Oh.” I wring my hands together. “Well, I guess… Yes, I was lying that time. I guess I felt embarrassed about the glasses… I’m really sorry.” The corners of her lips tug down. “Please don’t lie to me ever again.” “I won’t. I’m so sorry.”
