Over the past two days, Eleanor had spent most of her time either in her room or by her Father's side. While she knew people would see her as weak for hiding, she didn't care. It was better than seeing their pitying looks, or haughty looks in Margrite's case. She knew there wasn't much she could do if Michael decided to break off the engagement. When she was with her Father, he kept fretting over her, and telling her that Lord Kent wouldn't break off the engagement. Though Eleanor could hear the uncertainty in his voice, and wondered if he was really saying this to soothe her anxiety or his own.
"My lady, it's lovely outside today. Why don't you go for a stroll in the garden."
