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Great job, everyone! We’re done for the day, so make sure to hydrate. If you liked the class, I teach Zumba every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon, with advanced classes on the weekend.”
Sana stood at the head of the class, hands on her hips, a faint sheen of sweat giving her a nice healthy glow. I knew I didn’t look nearly so blissful as I gulped down water from my reusable bottle, muscles I didn’t remember even having throbbing and letting me know I’d feel it tomorrow, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t enjoyed it all. Great way to take my mind off everything that’d been going on.
Bernadette was still on the floor, stretching out her bad ankle, but otherwise looking as radiant as Sana. Feeling my eyes on her, she quickly got up and grabbed her own water bottle. “So?”
“OK, I guess maybe this is something I could fit into my busy schedule.” Bernadette rolled her eyes at that, so I added, “Now that I held up my end of the bargain, when are we having our karaoke party?”
“Karaoke? That sounds like fun! I didn’t know they had karaoke places in Shady Palms,” Katie said as she walked up with her mom and Joy.
“There aren’t. My aunt’s restaurant will have karaoke nights and sometimes we have karaoke parties at people’s houses. It’s usually a low-key kind of thing, but lots of fun.” And usually lots of alcohol, but she didn’t need to know that. “Sometimes people will bring their instruments and it’s almost like an open mic night.”
That was a new development, and had started when Jae asked if he could bring his guitar. He wasn’t much of a singer, but was happy to accompany anyone on the guitar as long as he knew the song.
“I still haven’t been to one of Tita Rosie’s karaoke parties. We should have one soon! How did it get started?” Joy asked.
“Lila’s mom started it as a way to get more business for the restaurant. It worked really well since she was a great singer and loved showing off, two traits she passed on to her daughter.” Bernadette winked at me, to show she was joking probably. I still didn’t appreciate it.
“Anyway—”
I turned and walked away from her while she was still midsentence and went to join Sana and several members of the PTA Squad. That’s right, I was so annoyed that I willingly went to join a group of the worst momtestants. I instantly regretted it when one of them spotted me walking up and said, “Lila! Just who I was looking for. I was about to show Sana something, and I think you’d be interested in it, too.”
I couldn’t help noticing the nasty grin on her face and wondered what it could be. If I wasn’t mistaken, her daughter had already been eliminated from the competition, so whatever was putting that smile on her face couldn’t have been good.
When I saw the Shady Palms News article she’d pulled up on her phone, I knew I was right. The headline read:
PAGEANT JUDGE’S DARK PAST REVEALED!
The article detailed everything Amir had told me about Sana’s history, with added bits of editorializing and speculation thrown in. Wilson Philipps （because of course it was him） ended the story with the rumor that Sana was one of Rob’s spurned lovers and she’d killed him when he refused to leave his wife.
The moms all stared at Sana （who stood frozen, eyes still fixed on the woman’s phone） in horror before hurrying off to their daughters. “I knew something wasn’t right about you!” Mary Ann Randall said as she shoved her daughter toward the door. “I’m going to talk to the mayor right now! You have no business being on the judges’ panel.” She’d been yelling this over her shoulder while still hustling toward the exit and bumped right into Detective Park. “Oh good, you’re here. You must be here to arrest Sana, right? Because she killed Rob Thompson?”
That snapped Sana out of her stupor—she put her hands on her hips and glared at Mary Ann. “How dare you! I did no such thing.”
“I . . . what?” It took a lot to throw Detective Park off his game, but he clearly wasn’t expecting that. “Those are serious accusations. What makes you think I’m here to arrest her?”
In response, all the moms held up their phones, the Philipps article on their screens.
“Ah. I see. Ms. Williams, I suggest talking to your lawyer about libel, but I have nothing else to say about the unprofessional speculation at the end of the article.” He looked around the room. “I actually need to talk to Ms. Williams, Ms. Macapagal, and Ms. Arroyo in private, so if you’ll excuse us . . .” He gestured for everyone else to leave.