My Fiancée Married My Sister
Eleanor blew a kiss at the camera like she was forty years younger than she was, said her goodbyes, and the call ended, the screen going dark and returning us to the quiet of the penthouse.
I turned to Noah. "What was that? The eyes thing."
"I don't know." He said it too quickly, and his gaze had gone somewhere distant, somewhere he wasn't inviting me into yet. "She says things like that sometimes. She gets sentimental about people she likes."
"Noah." I studied his face the way I studied fabric under bad light, looking for the flaw I already suspected was there. "You went somewhere just now too. Where did you go?"
He didn't answer right away, and in the silence, his own phone buzzed once aga