Eloise’s povThe moment I stepped back into the kitchen, I released a quiet breath—not quite a sigh but a heavy one. Whatever that Oscar guy had been doing out there—clapping like he was at some circus performance—none of it had reached me. I didn’t have the time or the energy for it. Plates to plate. Orders to finish. Mouths to feed. I had a lot of work to do. And little time for compliments.I rolled my shoulders beneath my jacket, swiped the back of my hand across my forehead with a practiced move, and presented one last grin for good measure as I handed over plates to one of the runners.“Table twelve wants to speak to the chef,” someone called from the side.I put down my towel and wiped my hands. “I’m coming!” I called and stepped out into the dining room for a moment.A couple seated by the window smiled warmly as I passed. “Sorry,” the woman called out, half-leaning in my direction. “That mushroom risotto? It may have just ruined all other mushroom risottos for me.”I laughed
Edward’s povI looked around as the waiters walked around serving while the cooks made meals that people enjoyed.We all moved like liquid mercury, calibrated down to our lightest particle. In short, it was perfect.Then Oscar Monroe walked in.I frowned and started to wonder what chaos he would cause.He strode in thirty minutes late, naturally, that cocky grin on his face like it made up fifty percent of the oxygen he inhaled. I watched him walk to his seat and get served as I looked around for other sources of entertainment.Ten minutes in, and Oscar was clapping. Actually clapping."For fuck sake," I muttered.Heads turned. His voice carried. I think a few people looked amused; others looked annoyed. I was definitely one of the latter.“I have to meet the chef!” he announced loudly enough for at least half the room to hear him say it. “Somebody find me the artist who created this magic!”I’d already started down the steps when one of the waiters skittered off toward the kitchen,
Edward’s povWhen I reached the hotel, Bryan came to me as he started to walk me through all I had missed.I barely listened to him until he called to me.“Sir Edward,” Bryan called when he spotted me. “It’s good to have you back but I need you present. We’ve got a minor glitch with the rooftop elevator. It’s sticking between floors.”“Get maintenance on it. And follow up. I want it fixed before tomorrow’s brunch.”“Already on it.” He tapped on his pad before looking at me “Everything okay?”“Yeah. Just ran into Eloise earlier.”“Ah.” He gave a knowing look. “Still tense between you two?”I didn’t answer that. Instead, I asked, “That kid I saw her with… Selena, right?”“Yeah.” Bryan nodded. “Talkative little thing. You’d like her.”I already liked her.“She said some weird stuff today. Called Eloise ‘Mommy.’”Bryan raised his brows. “Really?”“She brushed it off. Said it was a safety thing. To avoid kidnappings or whatever.”“Huh.” He scratched his head. “I mean, I guess that makes se
ELOISE’S POVI swear, for a second, I forgot how to breathe.Edward Bassett, in all his six-foot-something broody glory, was standing right in front of me. The man I had spent years trying to get over. The one I’d cried over, cursed at, and promised myself I’d never let back into my life in any real way. And here he was. Outside Selena’s school. Laughing with her like it was just… normal.Selena had just called him “Timothy,” and I—well, I was shaking so much inside I could barely fake a smile. But I did. Because I had to.He stared at me and there was a long second of gaping silence before Selena piped up.“Mommy! This is Timothy!”God. I think I could feel my face drain of color.“Eloise?” He said as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Mummy?”I chuckled nervously and lowered myself to Selena’s height and smoothed her hair, as if I was simply being affectionate rather than crumbling to pieces."Silly goose," I laughed it off. "Selena, sweetie, remember what Mommy said? You'
ELOISE’S POVThe minute I stepped into the ballroom, everyone turned to me.I gulped and knew that wearing this dress and kitting up was too much but I kept my head down and walked past the wealthy men who gawked at me.I hated it. Hated how exposed I felt, as if every eye was burrowing into me. Hated how powerful it made me feel at the same time.I breathed down my dark blue dress and held onto my purse like I was about to be mugged when Sandra came to meet me."Okay, damn," Sandra breathed beside me. "You look like a million bucks. Actually, more. You look like the reason a million bucks exists."I laughed, grateful for her."Shut up," I mumbled. And then, just like that, I saw him. Edward Bassett.The man who was responsible for all this. He was looking at me like he was lost and Bryan looked like he was trying to bring him back to the present but he was still staring at me for a long time.Everything around me stopped for a second.Then he began to walk towards me.I couldn’t b
ELOISE’S POV“Look,” I muttered, keeping my pace. “Whatever you think happened… didn’t.”“I know what happened.”“It was nothing.”“It didn’t feel like nothing.”“Well, it was.”He was quiet for a second.“You regret it.”“I regret letting myself get soft,” I said without looking at him. “I regret not pushing you away sooner.”“I get it,” he said. “You’re scared.”“I’m furious,” I corrected. “Not scared. Furious. There’s a difference.”He leaned forward. “You’re furious because you still feel something.”“I’m furious because I let you see that I still feel something.”That shut him up, finally.“I left Charlotte,” he said.I stared at him with raised brows.“So… what do you want me to do? Pat you on the back?”“Eloise.”I scoffed and walked away from him. “Why didn’t you do that? Thought she was your everything.”“Because it was over. Has been for a long time. Because she lied to me. About a lot of things. And because—” he hesitated, eyes finding mine “—because I haven’t stopped think