Eleanor’s POV
Fortunately for both of us, my mother didn’t notice how close I had been to Hunter or us stepping further away from each other since she was too busy admiring the dress in her hands.
“I brought your dress for the banquet.” She said, not taking her eyes off it.
I felt myself glaring at her unintentionally, struggling to conceal my feelings towards her. After everything, she would just act like nothing was wrong, that nothing had changed? No, whether she was my mom or not, I’m not going to parade around like the perfect bride that everyone wanted.
“This is such a beautiful dress.” She continued. “You really have such great taste.”
The dress was one I had carefully chosen and customized before the engagement. It was a beautiful form-fitting black dress that went to the flo
