Eleonore’s POV
The walk back to my room was quiet, though less oppressive now that Lillian wasn’t here. I didn’t know what she wanted from me—well, no, I did. She liked Gael, a lot, and thought she was better for him, and in some ways she wasn’t wrong, but the fact was I loved him.
It sounded like a paltry defense almost, that love triumphed over everything else and could make up for any shortcomings that I had. That wasn’t how it worked.
What I don’t think Lillian understood though was that because I loved them I’d work my butt off so I COULD make up for those shortcomings.
I loved Gael and Gabriel and Missael and I wasn’t just going to give that up no matter how nasty people were acting. Right now, I just had to endure. Slowly I’d get smarter, understand more, be able to do more, and contribute.