Cellie's POV
The car ride back from Eva Bridals was the quietest thirty minutes I had spent with another person in recent memory, which was saying something given that I had spent significant portions of the last several weeks navigating conversations with a man who weaponized silence professionally.
Georgiana did not push. She sat beside me in the back seat and looked out her window and let the quiet be what it needed to be, which was the specific silence of a person who understood that the other person in the car was holding something and that asking about it was not the same as helping with it.
