Dante
Eloise sits in the backseat on the passenger side again; I can see only part of her posture, but what I do see is a dead giveaway to how stressed she is. Her arm is propped against the door, head in her hand, eyebrows knitted as she chews her lip. I would almost feel bad for her if not for the fact that she made her bed and now she has to lie in it. It's not a big secret by any means, but Dominic will be upset that she kept her employment from him. I don't care much, so I have no incentive to tell him myself. That's up to her.
"It's not like you f****d around on him, Eloise," is the most comforting thing I can bother myself to say. "It's not like you're doing anything harmful...except for keeping this a secret from him."
"Why would me supporting myself be threatening to him?"
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