(Eleanor pov)
After making my way upstairs and collapsing onto the bed, I tossed and turned for a couple of hours, my mind constantly racing and going back to that time in the kitchen with Damion. Once I finally gave up on sleep, I lazily rolled over, stretching my arms as I began coming up with a game plan and how I would go about this.
Jane mentioned that Damion usually eats dinner at 7:00 pm on the dot downstairs in the dining room. So my goal is to go downstairs and cook for him..honestly, I thought about trying to catch him off guard and force him to have dinner with me..but the whole breakfast thing didn't go well so I convinced Jane to let me do it as a surprise. I also learned that Damion likes practically anything but pickles, I guess he loathes pickles. Which made it hard for
