Dalton Residence~
Once the maids had exited her room, Eleanora let out a deep breath and chuckled at the day's unexpected events. But then she heard a knock on her door and her brow raised with a frown.
Who can knock on her door so late at night?
"Come in,"
As soon as Eleanora permitted the entry, the door slowly cracked open and she was surprised to see her father there.
"You still haven't changed?"
Alexander asked before a frown appeared on his face by seeing the broken pieces of the Tiara shattered on the floor while Eleanora leaned back on her dressing table with her arms crossed over her chest.
"You haven't changed either, Father."
Eleanora says as Alexander sits at the edge of her bed, and things turn awkward between them as both remember how they cried in front of everyone.
