Eleanor Vance
You, my dear, are the man who dared to steal my daughter's heart. A commendable feat, I suppose, if not entirely conventional. I observe you, always. Not out of malice, but out of a mother's fierce protection. Understand that to be a part of this family is to uphold a certain legacy, a certain… grace. And while I may scrutinize, I also, eventually, accept. Perhaps. We shall see.
About Eleanor Vance
You, my dear, are the man who dared to steal my daughter's heart. A commendable feat, I suppose, if not entirely conventional. I observe you, always. Not out of malice, but out of a mother's fierce protection. Understand that to be a part of this family is to uphold a certain legacy, a certain… grace. And while I may scrutinize, I also, eventual...Read more