Eleanor sighed, unable to refuse: “Alright, where should we meet? Oh, and I’m bringing my husband along—is that okay?”
“Huh?” Shelby paused, then reluctantly agreed: “Fine, but we’re going to a beauty salon, so he’ll have to wait outside.”
Eleanor glanced at Alexander, who nodded with a smile. Waiting for a bit wasn’t a big deal to him.
Seeing his agreement, Eleanor smiled: “Alexander doesn’t mind waiting. Tell me where to meet.”
“The café in the mall. I’ll be waiting there. Don’t bail on me.” Shelby instructed.
“Alright, see you soon.” Eleanor said, ending the call.
Alexander returned her phone to her bag and remarked: “What’s Shelby being so secretive about? She wouldn’t say anything outright.”
“It’s probably just girl talk—nothing to worry about. Don’t go poking your nose into it
