Leo stood up immediately and switched seats with Adela, shielding her from the cold air.
He'd forgotten. Years ago, I'd slept in a damp, freezing underground parking garage for so long that I couldn't tolerate cold air blowing on me. He used to know that.
"Rose, your makeup looks even better these days." Adela sighed theatrically, one hand resting on her belly. "It's such a shame—now that I'm pregnant, I can't wear any."
Her face was pure provocation.
When Leo noticed my expression souring, he rushed to smooth things over.
"Don't mind her, Rose. Adela doesn't know any better. Don't be so sensitive. She's just joking around."
A cold laugh escaped me. I looked straight at Adela.
"Is that so? With a face that fake, you don't need makeup. You're already wearing a mask."
Leo's expression shifted instantly.
"Rose. That's out of line."
Adela lowered her eyes, lips trembling, tears welling on cue. She excused herself and hurried toward the bathroom.