The iron gates of the Kane estate swung open and Elena drove in, her car gliding up the drive and parking in front of the entrance. A butler was waiting for her as she got out, her face a picture of solemnity as she put on her best “I’m devastated” face. Her dress was stunning on her, but she made sure her makeup was smudged and her hair was messy. The look of a woman in distress.
The butler held the door open and she stepped inside. A moment later Eleanor Kane appeared at the top of the stairs, her elegance filling the room. Even in her 50s, Eleanor still had the same icy elegance that commanded attention in high society. She smiled at Elena, but her sharp eyes took in every detail of her mess.
“Elena, darling,” Eleanor said as she came down the stairs. “What’s wrong? You sounded so ups
