Eleanor’s POV.

“You’re doing extraordinarily well,” Warner praises me, smiling at another one of his adoring fans.

I would call them supporters. But these women are more than that. They’re obsessive over him, practically drooling in his wake. I’d lost count of the number of dirty looks I’d received when his attention had been pulled away from me.

If I was actually interested in pursuing this relationship, I would have been ...