thundercloud as Eleanore walked out of the grand entrance o

oice laced with scorn as he lo

leanore replied calmly, placing t

He pulled up in front of a plain, three-story apartment building, a world away from

her luggage, and walked aw

nyielding. He slammed his fist against the stee

nt of white roses, a scent he had always taken for

Miss Chanel York had paid a visit earlie

om," Maria reported, her eyes downcast. "The mad

alculation; Chanel's visit had been the final straw that pushed Eleanore to dem

ll apartment, her best frien

e full of righteous anger. "You deserve so much better! Come

ic lounge downtown. The lights were low, the music a throbbing

s, her eyes vacant as she

aid, nudging her. "Look around. Thi

. Chanel York, a vision in a stunning red dress, clinging to the arm of a powerful

ph crossed her face. She deliberately

l said, her voice dripping with mock surprise,

parody of shock. "Oh, that's righ

to fight, but Eleanore placed

than Chanel in her heels, but som

es locking with Chanel's. A slo

id, her voice smooth as silk. "But that's understand

sharp and deadly. Chanel'

nt silent, their eyes dar

om red to white. "Wha

dropping to a conspiratorial whisper only Chane

from Chanel's face. She loo

, furious voice sliced throu

ean

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