sica was at the Rush mansion, excitedly trying o

len as if it were a treasure. "Quick, use this. T

powder with her face cream and applied a thick l

n on her skin but dismissed it as t

"Miss Eleonora, Mr. Kemp requests your return. There is a charity

r from Damien. Her trip to t

as already waiting. Damien had prepared a black evening go

s perfectly complemented her cool, aloof temperame

ing of the city's elite. It was Eleonora's first p

His face was pale, his expression cold, and he off

chair, playing the part of

g about this sudden "Mrs. Kemp," their eyes fi

her throughout the event. When someone proposed a toast, he drank his

and the unfriendly gazes from all around. Yet, a graceful smile

g to see if she would lose her composur

nor meant his

gown, on the arm of a wealthy he

lights, but a closer look would r

otted Eleonora and

s and the powerful aura of the man beside her-even i

nd started walking toward them, read

with a hint of surprise. This woman

ching, a glint of amusement in his

, and the red dots on her nec

a glass of water, not

dismissed it as the room being t

le look that masked her sharp edges, making

oment. He was beginning to think this marriage mig

dn't turn. She knew the real p

st fire of the night. She stopped before them, a fake smi