Eleanor's POV
I walked down the grand staircase, my footsteps silent on the ground. My mother had informed me I would be meeting some people from the Valois family. The name had rung a faint, unpleasant bell in my memory. I agreed to come down only to see if my suspicion was right.
And now, standing in the doorway of the opulent living room, I saw her. Scarlet Valois. Her face was a perfect picture of shock and disbelief. It was almost beautiful.
A slow, cold satisfaction spread through me. I was glad I came.
Scarlet's shock twisted into a frown. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice tight.
I raised an eyebrow. She still didn't want to accept it. "Is that how you greet me?" I asked, my voice calm and low. "What gave you the impression we are on the same level for you to speak to me that way?"
