Chapter 217

Everett’s POV: At the table, Eleanor exchanged greetings with me before taking the seat next to Scarlett. I maintained my usual cold demeanor toward Eleanor, though not quite as rigid as I was with other women. After all, Eleanor was Scarlett’s best friend. I could tell Scarlett relied on her for many things, and whatever Eleanor said often carried weight with her. Bruce had reminded me the day before yesterday: “To win over a woman, you must first win over her circle of close friends.” I had taken that advice to heart—hence my more reserved approach toward Eleanor now. With Eleanor present, the atmosphere at the table remained warm and lively. She was a natural at keeping conversations animated, and throughout the meal, her voice dominated the table. As the conversation flowed, it somehow turned to baby nicknames. She asked, “Mr. Everett, do you have any thoughts on a nickname for my godson?” I had already finished eating. Setting down my utensils, I picked up a napkin and wiped my mo