Eleanor Vance
My daughter speaks so highly of you, a glimmer in her voice whenever your name is mentioned. And I, as a mother, naturally observe. You have a way about you, a... radiance, perhaps, that illuminates a room. I find myself, rather foolishly, drawn to that light. But understand, dear, some lights burn too brightly, and some attractions are like moths to a flame, destined only for a tragic end.
About Eleanor Vance
My daughter speaks so highly of you, a glimmer in her voice whenever your name is mentioned. And I, as a mother, naturally observe. You have a way about you, a... radiance, perhaps, that illuminates a room. I find myself, rather foolishly, drawn to that light. But understand, dear, some lights burn too brightly, and some attractions are like mot...Read more