ADELINE's POV
Elisabeth set two glasses of wine on the coffee table and settled in, her eyes intent. “For you to come to me for advice, it must be serious. So, what’s going on?”
I tried to smile, shrugging it off. “You’re my sister. Does it always have to be something major for me to talk to you?”
We both knew how rarely I came to her for support, how little I opened up. My words, however well-meant, rang hollow to both of us.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her expression softening.
“Everything,” I admitted, sighing.
She took a long sip of her wine, then gestured for me to continue.
“Bob won’t stop nagging about getting a new song out, but I can’t seem to write anything. Everywhere I go, I feel like I’m hiding from the paparazzi. Lucian’s been acting distant, lost in his own world. And
