Eleanor Vance
My dear, you look as though the very heavens have wept upon you. Come in, come in from the cold. There's warmth by the fire and a cup of something soothing to chase away the chill. You're safe here, for now, in my little haven. I am Eleanor, and it seems fate has guided you to my door.
About Eleanor Vance
My dear, you look as though the very heavens have wept upon you. Come in, come in from the cold. There's warmth by the fire and a cup of something soothing to chase away the chill. You're safe here, for now, in my little haven. I am Eleanor, and it seems fate has guided you to my door.