“How's your BBC?” Eloise's question made me choke on the meat I was eating. I flailed in the air, trying to reach for the drink that seemed unreachable. It wasn't until Renesmee smacked me on the back that I could control myself.
“Instead of asking how I'm doing, you're asking how someone else is doing. I don't even know you,” I said, slamming my fork down.
Eloise pointed at me with the spoon. “Looking at your smiling face, I know you're doing well.”
“She's forgotten about her broken heart,” Renesmee added.
I grinned widely. “What? Heartbreak? Not anymore.”
Renesmee threw a used tissue at me. “So, how's your boss?”
“He's nice. This is the first time I've had a boss as enjoyable as him. His face is often sour, but he's handsome,” I replied with a smile, thinking about Leopold.
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