It felt like her heart had been trampled.
Eleanor shoved him back, hard, without thinking.
The tequila in his hand sloshed and soaked straight through his shirt.
His white dress shirt darkened, his suit clinging wet and that same infuriatingly calm smile never once slipped.
Eleanor glared at him, fists clenched.
Always the same story.
He could rattle her completely and still stand there entirely unmoved himself.
She bit down on her lower lip.
The commotion drew Peter and Cassandra over.
Isabelle caught Caleb glancing repeatedly toward the balcony, clearly fixed on something out there.
Or someone.
She followed his gaze.
Peter reached Eleanor's side just as Cassandra reached Julian's, and Cassandra immediately pulled out a handkerchief, dabbing at his ruined shirt while texting D
