"You've been very quiet since the gala the night before," Blake noted, as he came down the stairs to see Lila silently playing with Rusty on the couch. She looked up and gave him a wan smile.
"Still processing it, I guess."
He regarded her silently for a moment before nodding, and proceeding to the kitchen to start up the espresso machine. Honestly, he didn't blame her for retreating into a shell. On the way home from the gala, she had told him the events that had transpired- first the cruel complaining in the bathroom, and then the attempted splashing of wine on her. While she'd said she enjoyed the rest of the gala, he could imagine how much just those two events had dampened her spirits.
He'd watched as she put up a valiant attempt to ignore the socialites and have a good time at t
