Eleanor
The knock came at exactly five o’clock.
I knew, not because I had been anxiously watching the time… not at all, but because the moment the sound echoed through the apartment, I glanced up at the clock on the wall through the mirror in front of me.
Right on time. A little too on time, if you asked me but no one was asking.
Lara, who was standing behind me with her arms crossed as she supervised my final touches, grinned knowingly. “That must be your Prince Charming.”
I rolled my eyes, returning my attention to the mascara wand in my hand as I carefully brushed it against my lashes. “He’s my boss, Lara.”
God knew this woman had a very creative imagination, because tell me why she was already calling Nathan my Prince Charming because we were going to a party together? That was
