"Excuse me Eleanor Hale? Is this her room?"
Lauren didn't recognize the woman who pushed the door open.
Eleanor did.
"Isabelle..."
She was genuinely surprised Isabelle had come at all.
Not naive enough, though, to think the fruit basket in Isabelle's hands meant she'd come looking for friendship.
Isabelle made it clear, delicately, that she wanted to speak to Eleanor alone, and Tyler took the hint and stepped out.
Lauren wasn't budging.
Eleanor had already told her who Isabelle was Caleb's fiancée.
Lauren refused to believe Isabelle had no idea Caleb had once had feelings for Eleanor.
Could still have them, for all Lauren knew.
Which meant leaving Eleanor alone with this woman felt like a genuinely bad idea.
"It's fine, Lauren. Go grab me some strawberries while you're out..."
