Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen

Ayva’s POV

"Ayva!" Eleanor exclaimed, her bleached white teeth gleaming as Justin and I stepped onto the yacht. I almost thought we wouldn't make it on time due to the heavy traffic we encountered. Eleanor had mentioned the yacht would set sail by 7 pm, and by the time we arrived, it was already past 7 pm.

She embraced me in a tight hug, that one would think we were best of friends. Despite her petite frame compared to mine, her grip was surprisingly strong, she had a strength one wouldn't expect from someone like her.

Eleanor was the host of the party and the yacht belonged to her husband, Tom. Eleanor was a pretty girl. She looked to be in her early twenties. She was tall, standing at about 5ft9 with blonde hair and captivating blue eyes. She’d said that she used to work as a supermodel and had met her husband, Tom, at a fashion show in New York.

According to what she’d told me, she and Tom had met six months before deciding to tie the knot. For their honeymoon, they’d opted to tra