Chapter 82

• Eloise
• By 6:40 p.m., I was dressed in my dress with cot and slacks the color of cream. Minimal makeup. Statement earrings. Just enough to show I hadn’t lost my touch, not enough to signal that I cared what he thought. The Uber dropped me off outside Bar Cassette, tucked behind a row of glass-fronted boutiques and independent bookstores. The street smelled of lavender oil from a nearby apothecary, and the sharp edge of citrus from someone’s Aperol spritz.
• The air was warm, dusk starting to settle into the skyline.