11:15 pm...
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Eleanor stepped out into the hallway of her hotel floor.
She was exhausted from the day's drama, as her engagement cancellation with Alexander plastered all over the internet again.
She had barely taken two steps when her body froze at the sight in front of her. A figure stood at the entrance of her suite.
Eleanor's breath hitched as she studied the person, an unfamiliar man in dark casual clothing, holding a camera partially concealed under his jacket.
'A paparazzo?' She howled inwardly. 'Damn it!'
She should've expected this. The news has started circulating again, and the media was desperate to get her first public reaction after the video she dropped.
Keeping her head down, Eleanor tugged her face cap lower, masking as much of her face as possible.
Slowly, she pivoted, attempting to retreat back down the hallway before she was noticed.
