Chapter 75

Eleanor stood in the middle of her luxurious hotel suite, her hands moving swiftly as she arranged the expensive clothing and accessories her mother had brought for her the previous night.

Her fingers ran over a silk blouse, neatly folding it, but her mind was elsewhere. Tension clung to her like a second skin.

She had barely slept.

The whispers, the rumors, the stares—they were getting worse.

Since the news of her engagement cancellation with Alexander, she had become the center of attention.

Every reporter, every socialite, every nosy onlooker wanted a statement from her. And it infuriated her.

Alexander was supposed to be the one in the spotlight and not her.

The sudden shrill ringing of her phone snapped her out of her thoughts. She froze mid-fold, her heartbeat picking up.

With hesitant steps, she walked over to the dresser where her phone vibrated against the polished wooden surface.