*Eleanor's Pov*
The room was quiet, except for the soft rustle of fabric as I carefully folded the dresses Delilah had picked out for herself. They were her favorite colors and her favorite styles. As I was working with my hands, my mind was somewhere else entirely.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way Nickolas had looked at me earlier, his eyes filled with something so intense that it made me almost forget to breathe, the way he gripped my arm, and how his fingers brushed against my skin. The pull between us. It was so impossible to ignore, impossible to shake. I tried to bury the memories, but they kept coming back to me again.
I caught Delilah laughing, she was so happy. I looked up, and I forced a smile, but inside I actually felt nothing. She was still talking about Nickolas.
