LOVE WAS NOT IN THE CONTRACT
“Stop lurking and bring her in!”
Eleanor Knight sits at a dining table overlooking Central Park. Tiny, maybe five two, silver hair perfect, sharp eyes missing nothing.
“So,” she says. “This is the girl who broke the internet.”
I have no idea what to say.
Eleanor’s lips twitch. “Relax, dear. I don’t bite. Much.” She gestures to a chair. “Sit. Let’s talk about why my grandson is suddenly dating someone he’s never mentioned.”
I sit.
“I’m Zara Bennett, Mrs. Knight. Lovely to meet you.”