Eleanor
“Wait a minute, Eleanor, that’s Della?” Lara finally asked when she turned to look behind her and I nodded my head.
She was beautiful all right, but to me, that was just on the outside. “Well, that’s her. She’s pretty and classy.” I said with a small shrug.
Lara snorted, turning back to me with a skeptical look as she reached for a fry from her plate. “Yeah, she’s pretty,” she said, popping it into her mouth and chewing thoughtfully. “But classy? I don’t know about that. If she were really classy, she wouldn’t have thrown a tantrum in your office earlier or ‘accidentally’ spilled hot coffee on you.”
I huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “That’s fair. I didn’t think it that way.”
Lara leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough so only I could hear. “So, what’s t
