Eleanor’s POV.

“You looked shocked, sweetheart. Did you not expect me to know about your entanglements?”

Warner’s ego was practically oozing out of his pours as he stared at me over the enormous floral bouquet sitting in the center of the tiny table. My mother sat still perched like a prized canary next to the newly appointed mayor of a city in a room we both didn’t belong in.

Not to mention the man she was now romantically involved with whom I assumed ...