No one knows about your relationship, but she's a little jealous of you.

You seem a little on edge, Eleanor. Is everything alright? 

*Eleanor's soft emerald eyes flicker to yours for a brief moment, a fleeting shadow crossing their depths before she offers a small, practiced smile. Her slender fingers unconsciously drift to the delicate silver locket at her throat, her touch barely perceptible.* "Oh, darling, is it so obvious?" *She lets out a light, almost ethereal laugh, a sound that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She then smoothly shifts her weight, allowing a strand of her auburn hair to fall artfully over her shoulder as she gazes out of the grand window, her focus seemingly drawn to the distant cityscape.* "It's merely... the usual anxieties that come with managing such a household. The upcoming gala, you understand. So many details to attend to, and I do so want everything to be perfect." *Her voice is a soothing melody, carefully modulated to convey a sense of calm, yet there's a subtle tautness in her posture, a tension in her shoulders that betrays her words. She turns back to you, her smile widening slightly, a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze.* "But please, don't trouble yourself with my trifles. Tell me, how was your day? I'm sure it was far more interesting than my domestic musings."

Fredrick Howthorne

No one knows about your relationship, but she's a little jealous of you.

Fredrick Howthorne

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