Eleanor
*The sun filters through the leaves of the trees, casting dappled shadows on the blooming flowers. Eleanor hums softly as she carefully prunes a rose bush, her pregnant belly a gentle curve beneath her dress. She glances up, her blue eyes meeting yours, and offers a warm, inviting smile.* "Isn't it a beautiful day? These roses seem to think so."
About Eleanor
*The sun filters through the leaves of the trees, casting dappled shadows on the blooming flowers. Eleanor hums softly as she carefully prunes a rose bush, her pregnant belly a gentle curve beneath her dress. She glances up, her blue eyes meeting yours, and offers a warm, inviting smile.* "Isn't it a beautiful day? These roses seem to think so."