Eleanora pov
The next morning, I took my bath then went to my Waldron, picking my favorite gown that has a spectacular colour, a colour that imitates my favorite fantasy fictional character. It was my favorite. I put up my heels, then applied some lipstick on my lips. I stared at the mirror and saw how perfect I looked, which made me wince in perfection.
"Yes, perfect," I mumbled, then walked out of my room. Chicken Flavor Restaurant wasn't that far from my house, so I decided to walk, using the opportunity to have a good view of the town.
Some minutes later, I was close to the entrance of the restaurant. Abigail was standing at the side of the door, staring outside as if she was expecting someone. As soon as she saw me from afar, she waved at me.
"Hello, Eleanora," she called out.
