Chapter 33 Meeting His Grandmother

• Eloise could feel her sweaty palm as she curled her fingers on her lap. She sat quietly through the drive, staring out the window, at the flashing lone road. On both sides of the road are nothing but green, tall trees. Her chest was switching between skips and aches.
• She glanced over at Antonio, his cold gaze fixed on the road, one of his hands against the wheel while the other elbow relaxed at the tip of the window with his fingers resting against the side of his head. He looked so calm, so controlled like he cares about nothing in the world.
• “ Do you think we should be meeting your grandmother yet?” She asked, unable to stop the pinch of wrinkle creeping onto her forehead.