Chapter 24: The Mask we Wear

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 plan that we had gone over before. This time it was more for Paul’s peace of mind than my own. “I’ll meet my mother’s hired driver in the lobby. He will take me to the hotel where my mother will be waiting for me. There we will get ready together. I’ll continue to play the part of a submissive and dutiful daughter. Once we are all primped, polished, and painted, my mother and I will head down to the ballroom, which is in the same hotel of where we will be getting ready—”

“And what happens when you see me?” Paul interrupts me.