Eleanor’s POV
That night, Hailey invited me to our favorite nightclub. Insisting in her exact words that we “had to celebrate my freedom from the engagement and that scumbag fiancé that she would probably stab eight times someday.”
It was moments like that when I couldn’t help but thank whatever divine being existed for Hailey being in my life. There was a reason she was my best friend.
I dressed in a particularly short dress that showed off all the curves and breasts I had to offer. I was a free woman, after all, so it couldn’t hurt to show off that I was open to receiving some male attention.
Naturally, I obviously brought Hunter along.
Among the crowd of men—even while wearing a mask—Hunter stood out immediately.
When we went in to meet Hailey at our signature table, several wo
