Ava was in her room, anxiously biting her nail's edge as she paced around in agitation.
She couldn't believe there was a woman with such a strikingly beautiful face, it seemed almost inhuman!
At this moment, she worried that if the Crown Prince were to find out, he might change his mind about Eleanor and decide to return to her.
She had come this far, and there was nothing she wouldn't do to become the number one woman in Astoria.
While she was deep in thought, there was a knock on her door.
Knock, knock.
She stared sharply at the door and asked, "Who is it?"
There was silence for a moment.
Then, the person behind the door answered, "It's me."
It was the soft voice she detested the most.
Ava stood before the door, adjusting her facial expression, and opened it for Eleanor.
Ellie, who was standing outside, saw Ava open the door with a frightened look on her face.
Her body trembled, and her head hung low.