Eleanor got dressed in the beige-colored dress her stylist sent her from a renowned designer. She admired the way her dress’s v neckline emphasized her collar bones and lightly traced them while looking into the mirror at herself.
It had been two days ago that she had received an invitation for Rickard’s party and she had no intention of missing it and giving the impression that she was even a bit bothered by him securing the position of CEO. No, she was going to show him that she could care less. Her smoky eyes glanced down at the slit in her dress that accentuated her leg giving a seductive touch to the dress. Eleanor shook her head, remembering when she had asked Blaire to demand the stylist for something “catchy”. She should have clarified that catchy didn’t always mean seductive.
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