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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“nothing in the world belongs to me but heard my love is mine all mine”
Flashback:
I waited for him to get changed into a somewhat more “formal” wearing complaining about how he looks plain and old.
He came back with a light blue chemise and a navy blue suit. Not gonna lie, he was really an attractive human being.
“Let's go, honey!” He said and took my hands making it look like we were really a couple in love. Even I would believe it if I didn't know better.
Is this man really Damon, will I really pretend to be his for 1 year?
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We were preparing ourselves for the press conference and his manager was informing us about what to say and what to do including the media we had to really answer and some questions we don't have to answer.
So much work for a press conference. But I signed the contract, I must bear it on my own.
“You ready?” He whispered me in my ears making me shiver from the sudden contact.
“NO! This is too much. I didn't sign for this.” I said annoyed.
“Well you signed to be my girlfriend.” He said chuckling.
“Exactly, not your wife.” I said not getting the points.
“It's on you, babe!” He said.
“No, not babe.” I said cringed just by the word. Ew, who say babe? I mean If you like it, good for you but personally not for me.
“Then what? Elea?” He asked trying to get some reaction.
“Absolutely not.” I said.
“We have all the time for these nicknames, but for now, you are my lady.” He took my hands and kissed it.
And I just rolled my eyes.
Seriously? Kissing hands? Who is he? Charming, the prince? Because I look like I'm the stepmother. This relationship just doesn't make any sense.
Just seconds later, we were called on stage. We were told not to make a great entrance and acted just normally. But Damon had to show his incapability to understand basic conversation, he held my hands and smiled all the way to the stage.
“Are you retarded?” I whispered fake smiling when inside me, the whole anatomy was burning.
“Trust me, they'll like us more.” He whispered back.
“Everyone has their own definition of like, Damon.” I whispered back at his stupidness.
All cameras on us. With flashlights as bright as the moon.
