"Oh, she told me," Desmond supplied hurriedly, sitting a little straighter with a sigh. "Not outright, though. You know Mona, sweetheart. Sometimes if I didn't know better, I'd mistake her for Pride rather than that Sin. No, it was a lot of eavesdropping and implication." Eyeballing CeCe's drink, his expression flitted through half a dozen emotions before seeming to settle on disenchantment.
"Really makes you question her taste in men, I'll say that much." Twisting around in his seat, he flagged down a waiter. Comfort Food was on to the right idea. Divorce ordered a bourbon quickly, and when he turned back to face CeCe his smile was already back in place. "Maybe you can teach her how to choose a little better, huh?"