Elleanor felt her anger give way as she stood in desperate wait for his answer, anxiety and suspense slowly rippling in her and slightly drowning the pain in her heart. The pain caused by everything and everyone surrounding her.
Earlier, she had tried not to ponder on her mother's provocation and kept her anger in check as she walked into the apartment she now lives with Francis.
At the sight of him, she remembered herself why she had to behave differently from henceforth - behave like every other girl would, and anticipate the positive change she was about to experience. He was going to save her and be with her, and her lips curved up at that thought.
