married for show
She wore a simple, high-necked winter-white knit dress that screamed quiet luxury, accented only by a massive, flawless emerald cocktail ring.
The moment we walked in, her face transformed. The chilly, aristocratic mask melted away into a look of pure, fierce adoration as her eyes landed on Alex.
"Alexander," she breathed, standing up. Her voice was like velvet over ice.
Alex immediately detached himself from me, walking over to wrap his arms around her. He kissed her cheek affectionately, a genuine, soft smile breaking across his handsome face. "Mother. You look beautiful."
The fierce love between them was undeniable; Eleanor might have been a terror to the rest of New York, but Alex wa