Be a good girl

Eleonor returned to the room, but found it empty. There was only the furniture in the room. The smell of roses hung in the air. She knows Giovanni isn't there, but she still searches for him with her eyes, hoping to find him either on the balcony or coming out of a cold bath. When did she start to want to see him? Until very recently, Reviello was just a last name that now adorned hers. A shadow following her. Now he really seems to be her husband.

Eleonor walks to the balcony door and slides it open, allowing a cooling breeze to blow her blond hair and dry the small drops of sweat that's dripping down inside of her dress. She walks to the edge, observing the incredible view before her eyes. The sun is almost touching the ocean at the horizon line, and orange tones blends with the blue of the sky and the sea.

Somehow, this moment reminds her of Emily. So, she quickly reaches for the phone in her purse and dials her sister's number, and this time it doesn't take long for her to answer