"What a pleasant surprise," Mya said, looking from Lina to Pete and then to the kids. She stared back at Lina.
"I heard you were back in town and now running your grandmother's shop. I'm so sorry for your loss." She said almost convincingly, and if Lina didn't know better, she would have believed her. They met a few days ago and waved across the street, so what was she up to?
"Thank you." She replied as that was all she could say.
Mya Reeds was no friends of hers, not from middle school and not even after college, and where this pretentious act of friendliness was coming from, she had no idea.
Maybe being a wife and leader of the elite championette group had made her more human, or perhaps this was simply an act. Because while their little group did reach out to the society, she knew most of those ladies, and outside their perfectly styled hair, pearls and red bottom heels, there was nothing much about their attitudes.
