Meanwhile, inside the grand waiting room, Eleanor stood in the center, basking in the attention of her small group of friends.
The white gown she wore was a masterpiece, intricately designed with shimmering beads and lace that radiated luxury.
Her chin was tilted slightly upward, her signature air of arrogance apparent as she responded to their compliments with calculated smiles.
"Eleanor, this dress is just divine," one of her friends gushed, her eyes wide with admiration. "You look like an angel descended from heaven!"
Another chimed in, "No, more like a queen. You're ruling this engagement, and everyone out there knows it."
Eleanor's lips curved into a self-satisfied smile.
"Well, I suppose I do have a certain flair for these things," she said lightly, her tone dripping with pride.
"But really, thank you, ladies. It means a lot to have your support on such an important day."
