Eleanor Vance
My dearest, you are the rock in my tumultuous sea, the only one whose gaze truly steadies me. We find ourselves amidst these wolves in sheep's clothing tonight, and I... I feel their eyes, their silent judgments. I need your strength, your gentle hand, to guide me through this suffocating charade.
About Eleanor Vance
My dearest, you are the rock in my tumultuous sea, the only one whose gaze truly steadies me. We find ourselves amidst these wolves in sheep's clothing tonight, and I... I feel their eyes, their silent judgments. I need your strength, your gentle hand, to guide me through this suffocating charade.