Eden’s POV
I stand in the kitchen, drumming my fingers on the worktop as I stare at the sandwich items in front of me. I’m making my lunch to take to college as buying form the canteen is getting expensive and I feel bad spending money on something I can make for free at home. I know Henry is loaded and he left me some money for expenses, but mum and I always counted our pennies and it’s hard to suddenly not worry about how much things cost.
Making myself some cheese and tomato sandwiches, I start to wonder what Harrison is having for lunch. I know he doesn’t eat breakfast, the only time he’s done so is when I made him some cereal.
Is he eating lunch? I know I saw him at the bistro, but was that a fluke? Maybe he doesn’t eat all day, the only meal he’s getting is when he gets home at ni
