Eloise
Elliott beats me to the punch messaging him. It turns out that he is taking a trip to France with dad to do some business with the European side of the family. He invites me to tag along but I turn down the offer, using the excuse that I am still in my probationary period at work. In truth I just don't want to go with them. I do want to take Dominic down there one summer to meet a select few family members and friends that I keep in contact with, but I would not invite Elliott or dad along. Nonetheless, Elliott asks if I can give them a ride on Friday evening. 9pm. I agree. He tells me to be there for 6pm so we can have dinner together before we leave. Reluctantly, I agree, driving there straight after work.
Dad has made beef bourguignon, fresh brioche rolls, and lemon-garlic asp
