The amused tilt of her smile remained, but it was paper thin. While Ella's tone remained conservatively warm, James didn't preen at the suggestion that her confidence was only an exterior to hide some frail secret within. The preliminaries felt like they were over, and James reclined back against her side of the booth with a bored glance over the clubscape when Ella paid for the wine. Losing her appetite for the fruit, James lifted with tired placation when the anonymous post was mentioned.
"It didn't worry me, but I still took it seriously."
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