London, United Kingdom...
Eleanor stepped into the elegant boutique with her head held high, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
The room was as sophisticated as expected—luxurious velvet chairs, sparkling chandeliers, and rows of exquisite gowns displayed like art.
She was here for her first engagement dress fitting, and everything had to be perfect.
As she waited to be attended to, Eleanor's eyes drifted toward the entrance. A striking woman walked in with effortless poise.
The employees immediately stopped what they were doing to greet her with deference. The woman, dressed in a tailored cream pantsuit, carried herself with an air of quiet authority.
Eleanor, ever curious and always eager to connect with those in her social tier, tilted her head.
'Who could she be?' She wondered.
Eleanor prided herself on knowing everyone of importance, and yet this woman was unfamiliar.
