As I let go of Frade's hand, he asked puzzledly, “Aren't we going home now?”

“Give me two minutes,” I said, and walked straight to Mia.

Mia looked at Margaret, who was so angry that she blushed. She couldn't help showing the winner's smile. My heart tightened. She probably didn't know how much trouble she was in.

“Mia, I need to talk to you.”

“Just say it here.”Mia raised her champagne glass and took a sip of the orange liquid. “You have three minutes.”

“Did you do it?” I lowered my voice. “Those pictures of Margaret at the club.”

“How could I have been so stupid to do such a...