Eleanor asked, "That was Jayla?" Pointing to the picture of Jayla and I next to the Eiffel Tower. I was kissing her cheek and she was in the middle of laughing yet, she still managed to look beautiful as always.
I nodded and smiled, "Yeah," thinking back to the memory that I never had left behind. She sneered, "She's not the prettiest flower in the garden now is she?"
It took a lot not to insult Eleanor back and tell her she was most definitely wrong, but instead I blurted, "You got that right."