Chapter 77: No Comparison
The moment Giselle spoke, Sloane finally dragged her gaze off Elias, only to narrow her eyes at Giselle instead.
"Don't tell me you…"
Giselle understood her immediately. "You're overthinking it."
Sloane nodded. "Yeah. You're right."
She had seen the look on Giselle's face at the birthday party. There had been a softness in those eyes, a kind of warmth no one who knew her would have believed possible.
Before tonight, Sloane had genuinely wondered whether there was something unusual between Giselle and Elias, something closer than it looked. Now it was obvious she had read too much into it.
"Besides," she added, glancing Elias over again, "I don't think your taste could be this bad."
A faint curve touched Giselle's lips. "There's no comparison."
"Obviously." Sloane laughed, then draped an arm over Giselle's shoulder with easy intimacy. "Come on. Same room as before. It's already been cleaned up."
