Estella was a horrid, terrible liar. She was quite sure that Dolores or Juliana had jinxed her at a young age, making her unable to tell a fib with a straight face. While she often bounced around the truth, Estella found that just stating facts made her life easier, even if it wasn't the nicest of truths. In this situation however, she didn't actually know much, so it was easier to behave calmly and keep her nerves at bay.
"He said you've been staying here," Estella said, twisting her lips as she concentrated on the memory from a few hours ago. She didn't want to cause further trouble by misquoting Noah. She took a drink to help herself out. "That the two of you are going through something personal."
Was that all he had said? It was more his tone, his posture, the bags under his eyes that had told Estella how serious things were between the couple. Noah wasn't a very social person by nature, but his demeanor spoke volumes. She'd watched him change, evolve since Odette began dating him, and it was almost like he'd reverted back to the anti-social man she'd been introduced to him as (only coming out of his shell with his future wife).
She stretched out her legs and crossed them at her ankles. This needed to be as relaxed as possible, she was sure.
"I'm not going to pry," Estella promised, "but you don't have to deal with whatever this is on your own."
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