Plans in Progress

"I'll definitely be there, but what kind of show are you talking about?" Eric asked with a gentle smile, his hand tenderly brushing her long hair.

Ella blinked, "It's a secret for now. On Sunday, no matter what happens, you need to stay calm and not get angry, okay?"

Eric raised an eyebrow slightly, "If it involves any plan that could hurt you, I won't agree."

"It won't. Trust me, I promise it won't harm me. I'll give you a great show," Ella said with a bit of guilt, avoiding Eric's gaze with a light smile.

"Alright then. Where is this cream of mushroom soup from?" Eric asked.

"Celestial Feast," Ella replied, her bright eyes looking at him. Eric reached out and patted her head, "Good girl, you even know I like food from there."

Ella's face warmed slightly, though not as easily as it used to. It seemed she had grown accustomed to his presence, almost as if they were the most intimate lovers.