Chapter 77: Morning Conversation

Eleanor sat at the breakfast table, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee mug, a small frown marring her features. Across from her, Harper stirred her tea absentmindedly, her eyes squinting as though she were trying hard to read something. "You know," Harper finally said, her voice clear. You’re always acting like a complete child around Owen." Eleanor's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing as she met Harper's gaze. "A child?" she repeated. She set her mug down with a clink, leaning back in her chair. "How was I acting like a child, Harper? Please, enlighten me." Harper smirked, her eyes narrowing as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Oh, come on, El. You were fidgeting like you had ants in your pants, and you could barely string a coherent sentence together whenever he looked at you. It was almost painful to watch." Eleanor crossed her arms over her chest, her lips pressing into a tight smile. She stared at Harper. "And what exactly is your problem with Owen?