/Eleanor’s POV/
I arrived just in time for dinner. Emily nodded at me as she headed in the direction of her room while I slowly and sluggishly approach the dining table where Allen was seated. I could see his back turned from where I stood. He didn’t glance back even once before I got there wearing the warmest smile I could muster.
“I’ll just go upstairs to change, I’ll be right back...it’s good to have you home Allen,” I said gladly but he didn’t respond instead concentrate on cutting the well-garnished steak in his silverware struggling with the spoon as he ignored me. I guess that’s what he decided to do then; ignoring me, I almost scoffed out loud as I stared strangely at him through the corner of my eyes, I noticed then that his hair had grown ridiculously long but it wasn’t enough
