The Davis Heiress

The next Saturday evening, Philip Campbell decided to throw a lavish party to celebrate Eleana's return and her new design launch. They picked the venue in one of their five-star hotels. Eleana walked through the crowd while holding Philip's hand. While walking into the ballroom she felt her breath getting caught in her throat because she was facing those people after more than a year. The huge space made her feel so small–or so plain. Crystal chandeliespiralledled down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering golden walls and a floor so polished it looked like an iced-over lake. And it wasn’t just the ballroom–the women sparkled like a box of jewels, shades of emerald and ruby and amethyst swirling before her, their low chatter accompanying wafts of rose and hyacinth and jasmine. She looked down at the beautiful red floor-length chiffon gown she was wearing, it was strapless and had a sweetheart neckline. The dress flowed around her like water waves. It was weig