Eleanor's POV

I was elated. There was no woman in the world who didn't like being pampered. And tonight, I was no exception. I felt giddy as if I was a little girl on the morning of Christmas.

Before I even stepped foot inside the house, I could see that it was decorated with flowers. Soft music was playing in the background and there was a silver bucket with a bottle of champagne on what I assumed was our dining table for the night. Candles shone brightly, illuminating the delicious spread of food. It was a sumptuous feast, fit for a king, or in this case, a queen.

Lawrence must...