Zoe froze for a second, as if her brain had completely shut down. Then she suddenly stepped back, clumsy, tripping over her own words.

“I… I need to go to the bedroom real quick… wait here!” she said, her cheeks flushed, smoothing out her wrinkled dress as she hurried toward the kitchen.

Arthur furrowed his brows, smiling at her confusion.

“The bedroom isn’t that way, Zoe!” he pointed out, amused.

She stopped halfway, made a vague gesture with her hand—as if to say I know, I’m just lost—then tu