Got to be the bubbly. She's hearing a note of pleading which isn't there. This isn't a Kate Middleton star-crossed crush story, and Edward was full of shit. She thinks. Their brotherly love hadn't seemed... smooth.

She sets her glass down, hands moving below the table to knot up her filmy skirt overlay. The silky fabric of the borrowed dress feels sinful. Also the bubbly talking?

Paloma shakes her head, tripping over her words. "No, I don't know? I'm just an assistant. Veronica makes those decisions." She stares intently at nothing but the table's edge.