”Oh, stop that,” Eleanor said gently, hoping to stop Charlotte’s downward spiral before it ended in tears and slamming doors. “You got turned down for a date, by someone who obviously is too stupid and blind to see what he’s missing, and it sucks! I know. But you can’t let some git like that make you give up on everything. Put on your big girl panties, put on an amazing dress, and realise that no, we both don’t know that you won’t be going with a date, because you haven’t asked anyone, and you haven’t asked me.” She paused for a moment. “You haven’t told me who it is or when it is.”
Sending Charlotte a smile, Eleanor nodded. “It is exciting,” she admitted, and drew in a deep breath, exhaling slowly when her tummy did a little flip-flop.
How did she feel about him? Part of her adamantly claimed that it was far too early to say that she loved him, but was it really that early? “I’m falling,” she said with a dreamy smile, her fingers tracing along her lips without her realising it, mimicking his touch. “And hard.”