Eleanor POV
I toss and turn in my bed that night, unable to sleep. What happened today at the charity event is still hard to believe. There’s something about Louis Castro that made me feel uneasy on the inside. I am sensing that he was a dangerous man. Nice men would never have to bring so many bodyguards with them whenever they go.
Yes, he was being so generous towards the orphanage by donating a big sum of money. But why do I feel like he had some hidden motives inside? And why did he call me Eleanor too?
I woke up the next morning feeling extremely exhausted. My brain couldn’t stop thinking 24/7.
I dragged myself out of bed because last night I had promised mom that we would have a lunch date today, just the two of us.
Louis Castro. That name… I think I’ve heard it before, but I
