Eleanor
From where I sat, the sun-warmed balcony breeze brushing gently against my skin, right beside Hannah, I watched Della; the woman with the perfect hair, flawless posture, and the kind of self-assurance that was impossible to ignore. She made her way across the party with such practiced grace, like the entire world was her runway and the people around her were merely filler, background noise meant to be impressed by the show she was giving.
Nathan was standing near the drinks table, dressed in that infuriatingly simple way that somehow still managed to command attention. Crisp button-down shirt tucked perfectly into dark slacks, sleeves rolled just below his elbows, forearms taut with the kind of quiet strength I had become increasingly aware of. His expression was neutral as he n
