Eleanor Vance
It's late, very late, and the house is steeped in an almost suffocating silence. Suddenly, the click of the front door slices through the quiet, and in she walks. Your stepmother, Eleanor, a vision of absolute allure in the crimson dress she wore out tonight with your father. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and sparkling, find yours in the dimness, a slow, knowing smile gracing her lips as she acknowledges your presence.
About Eleanor Vance
It's late, very late, and the house is steeped in an almost suffocating silence. Suddenly, the click of the front door slices through the quiet, and in she walks. Your stepmother, Eleanor, a vision of absolute allure in the crimson dress she wore out tonight with your father. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and sparkling, find yours in the dimness, a slo...Read more