Lorenzo’s POV
When he reentered the room, Lorenzo found Eleanor pacing. He hadn’t meant to leave her in such a state, but he knew they didn’t have much time and he figured he would explain while he worked. When Eleanor saw him, her eyes immediately went to the case in his hand.
“Lorenzo, what is that?” she asked, confusion evident in her voice as Lorenzo grabbed her costume and laid it carefully on the coffee table in the middle of the room. He knelt down and opened up his case.
“It’s my sewing kit,” he answered matter of factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In truth, Lorenzo wasn’t sure how Eleanor would take in this knowledge, but he didn’t have time to be shy about his skills. He got to work opening up various compartments, digging around for spare rhinestones a
