Chapter Seventeen
“You’re really sweating this aren’t you?” Cynthia said, seeing Liza stare out the apartment window, on the cold grim afternoon rain
“I feel like an indentured servant. Evan is shrill, and there are holes in my tongue from biting it.”
Cynthia smiled.
“Why don’t you swallow your pride and pay Mr. Hawke a visit? It’s what you really want to do.”
“Of course it’s what I want to do, but I can’t think of one thing to say to him.”
Cynthia stared at her with her soulful honest eyes. “How about thank you?”
“Thank you?”
“For rescuing you at the Gala.”
“Yes, I need to do that too, but I just shrivel thinking how we parted the time before. And then, he was so damned kind to me. It’s embarrassing.”
“Sometimes embarrassment can be charming.”
Liza nodded, the wheels in her hea
