Dominique nodded. She could hardly imagine. She was a fair few years older than Elena and she didn't know what she'd do if she lost her sister, brother, or parents. One of them dying would be completely devastating, let alone more than one at so young an age. "I hope he comes. What's his name?"
She took to the cranberry sauce, looking over at Elena. "I'm glad to help. It gets my mind off things, and I'd like to get to know you better." Dom smiled at Elena. "Isn't that the way it always is? The women doing all the work and then men getting all the reward."