"I hear congratulations are in order."
Julian offered it, smile stretched thin and unconvincing.
Before Caleb could respond, Isabelle cut in.
"Thank you. Eleanor already has her invitation."
"Oh?" Julian's eyebrow lifted, his eyes flicking to Eleanor behind him before swinging back to Isabelle.
"Just Eleanor? Not me?"
Isabelle's face flashed an exaggerated, theatrical surprise.
"Mr. Cross, what are you saying? Aren't you and Eleanor still family?"
The comment landed, and the whole group went quiet, the air thickening into something genuinely strange.
Julian shrugged, smiling, and turned back toward Eleanor.
"So apparently there are still people out there who don't know we're getting divorced."
Eleanor's brow furrowed, unsure if he meant to accuse her of spreading the news hersel
