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Eleanor examined herself in the full length mirror located in her bathroom. Her stylist had picked out the "absolute best dress to wear" to her father's social event. The dress fit tight around her body, enhancing her body shape that everyone seemed to admire. It was black, one of her favorite colors to wear to these type of events, and had lace sleeves along with a slit on the side of her thigh.
She knew her father will be angry if he saw what she was wearing, but she could care less. She didn't want to go to the event or anywhere for that matter; especially with her father. It wasn't the same since her mother passed. Their relationship was broken and there was no use in trying to fix it. She looked at her appearance once more before exiting the room.
"You look lovely, Miss White." Rachel, her stylist, complimented.
Eleanor smiled softly. "It's all thanks to you."
"Please, I simply pick the measly clothes out. You're the one who makes them look perfect."
She chuckled. Rachel had been working as Eleanor's stylist for many years now. They had become close over the time spent together in the dressing room. She was in her early thirties with bright red hair and vibrant green eyes. She was almost like a mother figure to her now.
"I don't want to go tonight, especially when I'm not able to bring anyone I know." Eleanor huffed and sat down on a chair.
"That one girl, what's her name- Pearl? She seems to attend all your father's events." Rachel replied and nodded.
"Well yes, but it don't exactly like her if I'm being honest."
"How come?"
"She's completely mad!"
"Oh don't talk tosh, Eleanor. I'm sure she is a nice girl."
Eleanor shook her head. "All she does is talk. She talks about her cats, talks about boys she's obsessed with, and about how she 'adores me'."
"You're just being stubborn." Rachel said.
"She seems a bit dodgy as well."
Rachel stood up and rolled her eyes. "You should get going, your father won't like it if you're late."
Eleanor slipped on her high heels and said her goodbyes to Rachel. She made her her way down the staircase, somehow managing not to stumble or fall down the steps. Her father was waiting in the foyer, already frustrated with his daughter. He looked at his watch and sighed.
"How do I look?" Eleanor asked and twirled around.
Dawson looked at her, trying not to show any emotions he had. He had to stay focus for the event tonight. "You look fine, as always." Her smile faltered. "Well, we should get going."
She nodded and walked towards the door. Her father followed closely behind her. They both got into the limousine and an uncomfortable silence came over them.
Eleanor didn't make any effort to converse with her father; she didn't want to be the cause of his anger or frustration especially tonight. This evening she would be the 'perfect' daughter. She was slightly nervous for the event, though. When there is a party for his business, he gets extra strict and infuriated.
They arrived to the grand hotel twenty minutes later. The limousine driver pulled up towards the entrance of the hotel. He then hurried to open the door for the White's to exit the vehicle.
Eleanor stepped out of the car first. Lights instantly began to continuously flash. She covered her eyes due to the intensity of the lights.
"Let's go." Her father said in her ear and led her towards the entrance.
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Novela Juvenil"...but with beauty comes admirers." Eleanor White is the daughter of one of the most richest men in the world. She starts receiving threats via social media sites and her phone. Through tormenting, mind games, black mailing, threats, and stalking...