Eleonore’s POV

My father had forced me into rather tense and awkward situations before. Dinners, dances, charity functions and high-class parties to schmooze with the other powerful and rich, and having your children attend was usually a good look if they were behaved, which Thomas and I had to be.

They weren’t fun, but we dealt with it.

This situation was a bit different from a fancy dinner, but it felt just as awkward. I had texted Gael who ...