Mrs. Donnelly shook Elena's hand with a gentle squeeze, her own smile growing warmer. "Thank you, dear. I'm so glad you could join us tonight." She glanced at Lucas, her eyes twinkling with surprise. She had known Lucas for years—he often came here alone, always quiet, always polite, but never with a companion, and certainly never with a woman.
For a moment, she looked at Elena, her gaze kind but searching. She saw the clear honesty in Elena's eyes, the gentle way she smiled, and the genuine warmth in her greeting. Mrs. Donnelly's heart softened even more—there was no greed or hidden intention in Elena's look, just a simple, pure happiness.
As Mrs. Donnelly walked away to fetch them some water, Elena glanced at Lucas with a gentle smile. "You seem close to her."
Lucas nodded.
Elena looked after the lady, feeling a sense of relief and comfort. She could tell that Mrs. Donnelly was truly kind. She looked around but didn't see any menu cards on the table from which she could order.
