ELEANOR’S POV
Giving myself a final glance in the mirror, I nodded then prepared to leave the room.
Marcus’ messenger had informed me about an hour ago about Marcus’ wanting me to head down for dinner and though I had absolutely no appetite, I was just going to have to go. I didn’t want to speak to him at all, making an argument of my lack of appetite impossible to have.
I was dressed in one of the dresses he got me. After I disappeared from the store, he had surprisingly taken the rest of the shopping upon him and got me many other dresses and though I hated to admit, they all looked good. Even better than the ones I chose myself.
My mind involuntarily went back to our last encounter. He must have noticed I was back to giving him the silent treatment as he was obviously pissed. He des
