Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat & "Leena"
Deep down, she knew that what Cat was saying was true. It wasn't the play of trustworthiness on her features, it was something else, maybe the clarity in those moss green eyes, maybe something else.
It still didn't temper the sting that Bruce (fucking) Wainright was her father. She looked down at the picture again, her features pinching, eyes beginning to sting. Maybe he did look, in that super-secretive way of the ultra-rich. And it made sense - she still had an exorbitant of money that had been left with her ID, she just refused to spend it. Lifting the glass up, ignoring the shaking of her hand that sent waves across the surface, she gulped down half it until her eyes no longer burned with something she couldn't quite name.
Maybe she should just ask. She took another hearty swallow, almost draining the glass, and looked back up. "Did you - did he - did - did you look?" For me, remained unsaid as her fingers fell away from the pictures and the glass to tuck between her thighs, deep seated insecurity making her shoulders come up, her body curling into itself as she did her best to prepare for an answer she suspected she might never be ready for.