Chapter 7

Terrified.

~Davies~

Eleanor’s party celebration went on until late into the night.

I smiled as I handed the empty champagne glass tk the server, who bowed and left. Already guests had mostly filed out.

Eleanor still stood under the spotlights, the glow of the chandeliers around illuminating her figure. Her face, which bore more resemblance to our mother’s, was shining with a soft smile as she leaned against Eric.

“Thank you for coming,” she told one of the elders who was about to leave.

It was a long time coming, I thought, exhaling as I turned to greet another exciting guest.