Eleanora descended the stairs to her opulent mansion slowly, not looking forward to the day ahead of her. Even though she had been living here for months on end, and yet she did not feel as if this was her own house. The entire place screamed of only professional designers and held nothing that might have personal memories or even a personal touch. She felt like a guest in her own house.
Every time she walked down these stairs, she'd imagine having a wall full of plants in the small courtyard outside. How soothing the greenery would be and yet the designer had vetoed the idea.
Lost in her own thoughts, Eleanora froze mid-step as she realized she had a few guests waiting for her-uninvited of course.
The queen stood there along with Lady Cordelia and the precious Princess Evangeline. The three women were dressed to the nines as if they were going out for a formal gathering instead of barging into her house.