Pop My Cherry Daddy!
When Mitchell and Isadora turned around, Tamara was standing there, holding the two glasses of champagne, a flawless, plastic smile plastered on her face.
“Tamara...” Mitchell called out. Her voice changed instantly, sounding completely off, dry, and nonchalant. She didn't want this lady anywhere near them. “What are you doing here?” Mitchell asked, her voice tight and stern.
Tamara pretended not to notice the cold shoulder. She smiled warmly, stepping into their space. “I just came over to say hi.”