Isabelle grazed her cheek with her small hands. It didn't throb anymore, but it didn't look pleasant either. She had to go out with big sun glasses over her face and hope no one asked her about it because she would go off about how horrible her ex was (even though deep down she missed him---and that made her feel terrible).

She took a seat beside Eleanor, politely nodding as Richard prepared the wine. She needed a little, maybe it would help wash some of this away. "I'm okay, really." She told Eleanor, her dainty fingers pinching the flute of the wine glass.