Eleanor And Park Age Rating 소설 & 이야기

"Well, don't just get jealous. Go find a girl for yourself so your Aunt Eleanor stops worrying about your love life every day." Holden smiled and poured Eleanor more tea. "Your favourite tea." She took a sip before stopping. "I'm not in a hurry. I'd like to have two more years of fun," said Theo dismissively. Eleanor placed her cup back on the table and said, "Don't you know how old you are already? Look at you. People in your age group have started getting married already…"

Uncomfortable. Eleanor stood there, waiting for the apology. Waiting for the groveling. Waiting for the dynamic to reset to its factory settings. Aria breathed in. Thump-thump. Aria breathed out. Thump-thump. She didn't speak. Eleanor shuffled her feet. She checked her watch. She cleared her throat. "Fine," Eleanor said sharply. "If you're going to be childish." She picked up her purse. She picked up the gift bag—which Aria knew contained something passive-aggressive, probably a book on 'coping with loss' or a sweater that was two sizes too small.

Eliza came up to the back and opened the door of the car to release Eleanor from her seat. The atmosphere was filled with the laughter and chats from the little kids entering the school and leaving their parents behind. Amidst all the laughter and joy, Eleanor was the only one with a gloomy cloud over her head. She was reluctant to leave her mom and face the dreaded place called school where people knew no sympathy. Being just five years of age, the amount of stress that Eleanor had was too much and Eliza was committed to get rid of it once and for all.

It was morning already and the day is bright, and just like King Spencer promised Asher; they were gonna go to the amusement park today. "Why do I feel like something wrong is gonna happen today," Eleanor says, she was sitting in the large seat which was situated in front of the dressing mirror. Meanwhile, Amaya and Willow are standing behind her as they were now helping her out with her hair and styling it beautifully. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about," Amaya says, she was nearly done with Eleanor's hair.

After what seemed like an eternity, her face finally lit up. "Aha! I know what I want for my birthday present!" she exclaimed. Eleanor then looked between Mom and my father, with her light blue eyes twinkling with mischief. I stole a glance at Mom and sawa look of alarm flash across her face as she recognized the look in Eleanor’s eyes. She knows Eleanor much more than anyone else so I'm sure she understood the little mischievous girl is indeed up to something from just seeing the look in her eyes. In a fake innocent voice, Eleanor declared, "All I want for a birthday present is for you to kiss Mummy right here, right now, Daddy!"

“At twenty-three years of age, I would have hoped pouting would be far behind you, Eleanor.” Eleanor turned her face to the car window and rolled her eyes. She didn’t pay any attention to the soft winter woods gliding past her; she simply didn’t want him to see her childish response to his rebuke. She was in enough trouble with him already. Him—she wouldn’t even think or speak his name.

And if Eleanor was driving… My hands clenched the wheel. My stomach fucking flipped. Without thinking, I started the engine and pulled onto the road, maintaining a careful distance as I followed them. The sedan wound through the streets before eventually pulling into a small park, one of those tucked-away playgrounds where rich mothers took their kids. I parked across the street, watching as Eleanor helped a small figure out of the car. Eleanor stepped out first. Then she opened the back door and pulled out a little girl. I barely breathed.

Eleanor said with a forced smile and the two said nothing as they all went into the campus towards their class, once inside they waited for their teacher to come whereas everyone continued to give weird looks to Eleanor. She even heard a few girls in the corridor whispering about her. "What people can do for money! She's 20 and marrying a 35 year old guy just for more money. Pathetic!" After hearing them she became numb, Titus looked mature but she didn't know he's 35. Fifteen years older than her, what was her father even thinking. She knows nothing about Titus! She was deeply drowned in her thoughts when their teacher entered the class and there was pin drop silence. Eleanor was still in h

Only silence. Her bedroom door opened suddenly. Eleanor quickly pulled her sleeve down. Her mother stood in the doorway. "You are awake." It wasn't a question. Eleanor forced a small smile. "I couldn't sleep." Her mother's eyes narrowed slightly. "Your father said you went running last night." Eleanor's heart skipped. "He did?" "He noticed your absence." "I just needed some fresh air." "At midnight?" Eleanor looked away. Her mother walked into the room and closed the door behind her. "You're eighteen now, Eleanor. I know you want independence." She sat beside her. "But there are things you don't understand yet." Eleanor swallowed. "Like what?" Her mother studied her face. "The mark." Eleanor

I crossed my arms on my chest as I watched the lady swipe the card. Declined. The lady looked at her, her expression demanding what was happening. “That has to be a reception issue. You should swipe the card again,” Eleanor said confidently. The lady swiped the card again. Declined. “Your card is not working, Ms,” Eleanor blinked, “What?” Then she looked back at me over her shoulder, meeting my smirk. Her eyes widened with realisation. El was still looking at me when the lady spoke, “Ms, your card is fake,”