Eleanor’s POV.

“Do you want to go over the plan again?” Paul asks me again.

It was like coordinating a well-organized war plan. The last twenty-four hours, Paul and I found ourselves lost in the tension of what could occur at the Mayor’s Ball. The very event I was preparing to leave for. Even now, we found ourselves procrastinating our separation.

“In ten minutes, I’ll walk out that door,” I start, repeating the same ...