Glory's eyes lit up when Dietre began to talk about his plans to work at the studio. She could imagine no better career for Dietre, even if it didn't pay well. And if it happened, they would see each other all the time, if that happened! Not that they didn't already see each other a lot, but it would be different if he actually worked at the studio. Then she could go there more often without feeling like she was leaving just to get out of the house and away from her parents.
"I think that's a great idea," Glory enthused. "You deserve to be doing what you love." Maybe 'love' was too strong of a term, but if Glory knew that if Dietre loved anything, it was the piano. Her smiled widened when he looked at her that way, and her cheeks became tinged with crimson. "Not anymore," she repeated, squeezing his hand gently.
She listened thoughtfully as Dietre talked about Francis, logging away the information. At least Francis wasn't like Dietre's parents had been, and that was enough for Glory. "I'm sure you'll get along better over time," she intoned confidently, then looked up at the house, examining it. "I can't wait to meet him," she said.