Chapter 676

Eleanor scrolled through the flood of mocking comments, her lips curling into a cold, deliberate smile. Her beautiful eyes gleamed with a frost-like sharpness. Just wait and see. Three hours later, the transformation was complete. Eleanor sat before the mirror, staring at a reflection that felt both alien and intoxicating. The girl looking back at her was not the weary fighter who had endured endless gossip, but someone altogether different—an ethereal vision born of precision and luxury. Her once-simple hair now tumbled down in glossy, voluminous waves, each strand shimmering like seaweed catching sunlight beneath the waves. Nestled among the curls was a dazzling diamond hairpiece that threw shards of light across the room with every tilt of her head. Vintage. Regal. As though she had stepped out of a long-forgotten fairy tale castle. Robert had thought of everything—more than everything. Not only had he arranged a top-tier stylist and couture gowns, he had sent jewelry so rare it see