Eleanor."I don't know precisely what to choose. You choose," I said to Jay in the Mall. Harrison sent Jay together with me to get a wine ball gown. We have been searching for the past three hours, moving from one mall to another.Jay relaxed his hand on his hips with his other hand on his chin. After some moments, he shook his head and stood properly. "Your cleavages need to show. This isn't enough. Master gave me certain qualities to choose the dress and I'm not ready to lose my job."We checked several more dinner gowns but they weren't enough for Jay. I was helpless. I needed to get one and fast so I can sneak to see Hendrix again. I loved the last time we had together and…the kiss. Surely, Harrison can ditch me and I'm not ready to lose in two places. I liked Hendrix, he's perfect. He's not rich, he's not poor. He has a nice British accent and he is noble. We became friends without asking and this was exactly how a nice friendship should start.His beautiful smile looked similar
Writer's PovHarrison Tolstoy and his assumed wife, Eleanor Carol walked the red carpet at exactly eight PM. They were the spotlight of the occasion, standing out in their appearance and intimacy. Eleanor, with her long wine gloves held on to Harrison so dearly. She put on a smile that was enough to capture any man's heart. Dash it all, Harrison kept his gaze on Eleanor. She was far more beautiful than he had seen her the day before but he kept his complement to himself. He was wary about the occasion. Something bigger disturbed his thoughts. He took another glance at her, the more he looked the more he thought he didn't recognize her. The creature bore no resemblance to the rosy-cheeked, hazel-eyed sylph who gazed up at him as if~well, as if he was the man and she was the woman.He spied her through the crowd as someone came to drag her from his side, claiming to want to know her better since she was his wife. Even in such a simple dress, she was more graceful and attractive than mo
Writer's PovHarrison got a call and left the hall to speak with whomever he was talking to. Eleanor sat there, navigating the people in the hall. Most of the ladies weren't on gloves like she was and they were either on short dinner dresses or long gowns like hers but hers was too much. She did own the party. She focused on the speech Nikki gave about their company and all the videos they have been able to launch. Nikki was vibrant naturally and speaking on a stage meant merely nothing to her. Eleanor smiled when Nikki smiled at her from the stage and kept on talking, sending signals of messages to her all at once but Eleanor wasn't really concerned with the party.Deep in her thoughts, she wanted to be with Hendrix. She thought about what Magny would be doing by this time, perhaps running around and displaying his magnificent muscles with pride. Eleanor chuckled. Some people glanced at her not knowing what exactly was funny.A waiter brought her a plate of fruits and left. She was
Writer's POV Harrison got back to his seat and didn't find his wife there. He found the plate of fruit in front of where he expected she'd been sitting. She probably had to rush off somewhere so she might come back soon. He regretted that he picked up that call. If only it weren't so difficult to speak with his family members, he'd have let them know that his uncle, Liam, was placing threats on him but his parents wouldn't listen. Oh, they all had good intentions, but he might as well have been dropped on his parent's doorstep as a baby. He resembled them~in temperament at least~not at all. His uncle insisted that he wanted Harrison's company and Harrison wasn't ready to give it up. Not that Harrison was interested in the company but he hated his uncle. His uncle was the bad egg in their family and he hated to call him "uncle". Harrison looked around and searched for his wife or did she leave already? Did she realize he was trying to stay away from her and she decided to leave him
Writer's pov Eleanor sat in a dark room, surrounded by five policemen. She was cuffed to the iron table and they have been asking her the same questions over again but she did not answer. She recalled Harrison's face when he saw her, he looked at her like he had no idea who she was. She was dragged out, embarrassed, and called different names. If only she hadn't left her seat to talk with some random, stranger who claimed to be her schoolmate. She could have followed her gut and left when she sensed that something was wrong. They pointed fingers at her and called her a murderer, a killer, and all sorts that she had never imagined she'd be called. She wasn't hopeless, she just regretted being so nice. She remembered how Mary slit her throat, whoever made her that way deserves to die. This was suicidal but she had been caught right in the scene. No one would believe anything she says or does.How could Harrison have done that to her? She wasn't surprised though, she noticed how he ha
Writer's PovFour days and Harrison barely slept. He was punishing himself and he wasn't enjoying it. Whenever Serena came around, he'd pretend to be in love with her fake smiles. He wondered if Eleanor was being tortured, if she was sleeping well, or if she even slept at all. She had led him in a marriage dance of sorrow and he wasn't going to let it go just like that. Harrison read the headlines of the newspaper and found Eleanor's face as a prime suspect in the crime. He read the page and found out that she wouldn't say anything. The papers also talked about how she has been abandoned by him due to her bad behavior.Everyone thinks she was but I was in between, what difference would it make? Having her back, saving her was going to destroy the family's name. He tossed the newspaper on the ground. Surely the maids would pick it up and throw it into the bin.The doorbell rang and Serena entered in her all-fancy style. How could she be so happy when someone we both know is under poli
Writer's POVEleanor day in the cell, drawing a line on the wall with a stone, counting the number of days she had spent there. A week and still counting. She hated that she kept waiting to see Harrison, hoping she was wrong about him not being about her. She rested on the wall, tossing the stone far away. Counting the days was hopeless, she needs her father.A cop came by and fumbled with the keys and the lock of her gate. She sat there, behaving like she wasn't aware that her gate was being opened. "Someone is here to see you."She jolted up. "Me?" She wasn't sure she heard well. It's been seven days and no one came to see her. So eager to see who it was although she wasn't hoping it would be Harrison. Harrison won't be coming again, she kept reminding himself. She followed the cop to the visiting room.Nikki stood there, smiling with pity at Eleanor. Eleanor smiled, she has been expecting her. She sat down and used the telephone that was in the corner of the room. They both stared
Writer's POV"Sorry, did you just say that she recorded everything? All her conversations with Mary?" The judge asked and father nodded. The judge raised his brows in surprise. He sat back and focused his gaze on the other defendant. Everyone in the courtroom already knew where this was going."Bring your evidence forward." Eleanor gave them the flash drive and they played it to the whole room. It was loud and vivid, the parents recognized it as their daughter's voice. Hearing her voice again gave Eleanor goosebumps. She wasn't able to do anything, anything at all. He felt terrified, if there were nothing left for her, she'd just accept that she killed Mary and make that the end of her story. After the recording was played, the judge asked Eleanor to step forward. She did. She went to the podium, placed a hand on a book of law and the other in the air beside her ear. "I vow to say the truth and nothing but the truth.""So why did you record Mary's voice if you had no idea what she wa