Mia furrowed her brow, her mind flashing back to how the M.D. had pressured her to recommend Fiona for her remaining gigs. Although she hadn't been the one directly responding, every word had stung her heart. She had listened intently, knowing those words would shape her modeling future. Clearing her throat, she carefully chose her words, revealing what she could to Declan without disclosing the entire truth. "Now that you mention work, I think I need a break from it."
This wasn't what Declan expected, and his surprise was evident. He untangled his hand from Mia's and regarded her with a curious expression. The Mia he knew would do anything for her career, so why would she suddenly need a break, especially when she was on the brink of a breakthrough? He had overheard Beatrice promising her more opportunities, even offering to make her the face of their cosmetics line. He couldn't help but smile. "Why?"