Eleanor's POV
The drive to the event took just a few hours. Sitting quietly at the back seat of the limousine, I brushed my hair with my fingers, my cheeks flushing with excitement.
Finally, the limousine halted at the front of a Luxurious hotel which towered over other buildings in the city.
As I exited the vehicle, a smile tugged at my lips and I felt my stomach churn from anxiety.
It was finally the great Augusta's birthday and just like other years, I've been specially invited for the event.
My bodyguards alighted from the limousine, each of them standing beside me with stern expressions on their faces.
The cool breeze gently kissed my skin, and my cologne wafted in it. Spreading my arms apart, I sighed softly, loving the feeling of freedom and the power that thrummed through my veins.
Returning my gaze to the building, I noticed some photographers and paparazzis approaching, each of them eager to take a picture of me.
“Shall we?!” I grinned, snapping my fingers in the air as
