Eleanor Heart , The Lady Queen
No matter how much you think about it,you can't define her.
Her name itself doesn't match her attitude and her attitude avoids her name.
She is very rich,she can't love,she is hard and her life is so boring. Cold as ic...
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“Don't look rich, be rich”
Finally we get to know what ya think?
Damon's Pov:
My parents were planning to have dinner with their new friends.And for some reasons we got involved.
I was driving myself from work feeling more relax maybe because I didn't drive myself oftentimes.The way to the house was really a therapeutic way with the wind and the atmosphere,I felt alive. My day didn't go well as I planned but I still remained calm and compose for my well being.I didn't bother to change so I immediately headed straight to the house to the location my mom just gave me.
I was finally arriving and told the guards who I was.
Finally arrived I remarked the house itself was screaming “Rich”,of course,I was rich but the house was somehow old yet really beautiful,it was intimidating.
I was going out of my car when I saw a guard waiting for me.For sometimes I was confused but he explained himself about parking my car in the garage.I was reluctant but he said that any guest should follow the rules of the house.
Typical Rich Family.
Well you are too.
Whatever,I'm not exaggerating.
I went in front of the porch and rang the bell.Not even 2 minutes after that I was greeted by a woman in her fifties,she was really beautiful even with some winkles and she smiled but I still saw that she didn't smile often as the features of her face was kinda betraying her.All I could care was she was genuine with her action.
“Good afternoon dear!You must be Damon Vincente,am i right?” She asked me.
“Good afternoon!Yes, ma'am,you're right.”I said keeping my face composed.
“Come!Your family are already here,we were just waiting for you.”
As I entered the beautiful house,I wasn't even surprised that everything was intact and carefully perfect,it was kinda flawless.The walls was in beige and every furniture was either white or marron.Everything seemed old but still had the apparency of being new.They even had a piano and I saw that the piano was the most vintage things in the house.
I was still admiring the view of house when I saw a maid at my side seemly waiting for me.
“Is something wrong?Why are you standing there?”I asked confused.
“Mr Vincente,the temperature in this house is high,may I have the permission to hang your coat up here?”She asked not looking into my eyes and keep bowing at me.
I didn't bother to ask anything maybe it was still the house kinda rules or whatever so i gave her my coat and brought my phone with me.
The more I enter it,the more I see this house is an history.I had no doubts they were rich and obviously more than my parents and I combined.
