The man beside her didn’t respond.
Eleanor glanced up, only to realize Hans’s attention was entirely fixed on Nora.
A pang of unease twisted in her chest, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.
“Hans?” she called out, raising her voice.
Hans snapped back to attention, his dark eyes steady and unreadable. “What is it?”
Eleanor forced a smile. “I was just asking you—don’t you think Ms. Cooper’s dress is beautiful?”
Hans nodded. “Yeah. It looks great.”
Nora caught every nuance of Eleanor’s shifting expression, a quiet amusement flickering in her eyes.
With a small, mischievous smile, Nora turned to her. “Ms. Quinn, would you mind taking a picture for me?”
Eleanor had no desire to play photographer. She opened her mouth to refuse, but Nora was already a step ahead. “Una, could you come here a second?”
Una moved to Nora’s side.
Then Nora looked to Daniel, her face softening into a gentle smile. “Would you like to be in the photo too?”
Daniel froze for a moment, his breath caught in his throat, and before he knew it, his feet carried him toward her.
He was well aware Nora was using him to get under Eleanor’s skin, but at that moment, he didn’t care.
Nora slipped her arm through his.
Daniel was dressed in a classic black suit; next to Nora in her wedding gown, they looked perfectly matched.
Eleanor’s grip tightened around her phone. With Daniel in the picture, she couldn’t refuse—even if she wanted to.
“Hans,” she called to her fiancé, “They’re taking a photo. Come here, quick.”
Hans started over.
“Wait.” Nora stopped him, her tone light and suggestive. “Two women and just one man doesn’t make for a balanced photo, does it? How about you join us to even it out?”
Hans hesitated for only a moment before agreeing. He took his place beside Una.


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