In the car, Eleonor remains silent, watching the scenery pass before her eyes through the window. Now that she's away from those people's attention, Eleonor feels like she can finally breathe again. Surely, she should be happy that her plan had worked out so well.Her main goal was to steal attention for herself. And she succeeded because from the moment she set foot in the Evans' garden, she was targeted with all kinds of looks. Some looked at her inquiringly, others aggressively, judging her for wearing such an inappropriate dress for an engagement party. But evenly, Eleonor could sense that she was the target of lust and curiosity. Her first step was to use something hideous to destabilize Emily and her mother.Then, she would use the small talk, which she learned in order to survive in high society, and use it at her favor. Thanks to that, Eleonor not only managed to steal the spotlight, but also achieved her second and main objective — to take control of this marriage. That was d
Emily throws all of her belongings to the floor. The room is a complete mess, but she doesn't care about that… all she can think about is how Eleonor could suddenly show up and ruin such an important day. Honestly, Emily felt pathetic. Even after Eleonor left, everyone was still talking about her. Even though this was Emily's day, everyone kept their minds on Eleonor, as if they were under a spell!But Eleonor really has that effect, doesn't she? Somehow, she manages to charm everyone around her naturally… and that has always been a nuisance to Emily.The truth is that Emily's eyes were always on her older sister. She always had a deep affection for Eleonor, an affection that became twisted as they grew up. It started with simple childish possessiveness… the more she admired Eleonor, the more she wanted to resemble her. Over time, Emily became displeased with the copies she had and longed for more — she wanted what her sister had. From clothes, accessories, and toys… she wanted to t
Eleonor is sitting in front of the mirror, brushing her now brown hair. It's still strange to see the different color and realize how such a simple change made her look so different. The decision to change her appearance came with the need to recreate herself and get rid of the Evans family shadow, which has blonde hair as one of its main traits. Honestly, she had never thought about dying her hair, but she's glad she did.She watches Giovanni slowly approach through the mirror. There's a serene expression on his face, but it's still hard to predict his thoughts. During dinner, they remained silent. Fortunately, she was able to eat. Francesca made French cuisine, and it whetted her appetite and almost made her salivate. But it was the desert in specific that made her eat relish — a delicious petit gateaut, which she had three times.Giovanni, standing at her back, takes the brush from his wife's hands and begins to brush her hair gently, as if his touch could break it with the slighte
Outside, the moon shines brightly. In the silent dawn, Eleonor is locked in the bathroom, staring at the floor with her foggy mind. Her thoughts go back and forth in Giovanni's sentence, who called his own blood filthy.No one deserves to live in this shadow world. That's the truth. No child deserves to carry this filthy blood… Eleonor used to think the same about herself. For a long time, she considered herself a curse. The idea of passing on her blood was the same as handing an innocent child pain that she never wished for anyone. But at some point, that perception changed. She no longer sees herself as unworthy… as a burden to her family or this shit world.Somehow, it saddens her that Giovanni thinks that way of himself. Now, Eleonor understands that the always confident and arrogant posture he always maintains is a shield… a way to protect himself. It couldn't have been easy growing up knowing that his birth was a sin… That his father saw him as a soldier. And being born in a cr
Lisette is looking at the test in her hands — the proof that Eleonor is pregnant. It's been a few long seconds since Eleonor told that her discomfort was really due to an unexpected pregnancy. But the shock was such that Lisette was unable to say a single word.Eleonor is sitting on the balcony, and although her gaze is on the horizon, she isn't looking at any specific point. After she saw the test result, her mind had been empty and floating. Fortunately, Giovanni left early in the morning and still hasn't returned, which gives Eleonor time to reorganize her thoughts. Or at least try.“How long has it been?” Lisette finally asks, looking up from the test and landing on Eleonor's slight figure.“I'm not sure. At least six weeks, since I haven't had my period in that time…” Eleonor sighs, slumping her shoulders.“That's…” Lisette is hesitating. “Have you told Giovanni yet?”Eleonor looks at her friend, and her expression says enough. Of course she didn't. How could she? Eleonor is so s
Giovanni is sitting at the same table as last time, away from the windows and other customers in the coffee shop. However, unlike that day, he's not too pale or with deep circles under his eyes.His hair is slicked back, and his beard is clean. His shirt isn't even creased. Giovanni's appearance is impeccable, as it should be. There's even a serenity in his face because everything seems to be going so well lately. He feels closer to Eleonor… and when this all over, he'll finally walk her down the aisle — and this time, he'll say his own vows. Honestly, the anxiety of wanting to see her in a wedding dress is almost taking over him… Giovanni even considered killing them all at once. Problems would be solved more easily that way.“You look well this time.” Thomas says, standing next to the table. His eyes are wrapped on the smiling figure. Yes, Giovanni Reviello is grinning like an idiot. And Thomas can't help but be impressed by how even a Reviello can look like a fool in love. “I take
Eleonor is looking at the wedding dresses displayed in the window of the most luxurious boutique in the city, perhaps the best in the state. There are several types. Fluffy and dropped or simply off-shoulder sleeves; rounded, straight or heart-shaped necklines. Puffed skirts with fabrics that drag on the floor. Champagne color, snow-white. There's an infinity of dresses… one more beautiful and stunning than the other. But of course, she's not there to choose what Emily will wear on the most waiting day of the year… After all, Emily will be wearing Mrs. Henderson’s — which she will adjust right now.The dress had to be fitted to Emily's body, which is quite skinny for it. Emily doesn't have a curvy body like Eleonor's. Emily's breasts are small, and her thighs are thin. Her supermodel bearing has always caused Eleonor a certain envy… especially when her sister made a point of pointing out her body 'defects'.Emily said that Eleonor would gain more weight and not fit into her clothes wh
Eleonor is lying on the beach chair, feeling the sun warm her skin. She's been so busy these past few days, trapped between four and many other walls, that she's getting paler and paler. Suddenly, she even misses Cancun, the delicious sea breeze, and the tan on her skin. It's hard not to feel nostalgic when she thinks about everything she's been through. Yes, it was a difficult period in her life… it was painful, and it forced her to open her eyes, let go of the comfortable excuses and face reality, but at the same time… She grew up, matured, and became someone she finally loved and is proud to be. Even though she has said that she doesn't like the person she's becoming because of Giovanni, that's not the case anymore. The truth is that Eleonor was afraid of change and forgetting about herself, not knowing that she never knew who she was from the beginning — much less who she was supposed to be. Now, Eleonor knows what she needs to be… a mother. Of course, the idea still scares he