Chapter 675

Eleanor let out a short, cold laugh as she scrolled through the comments. Fair-weather fans—always ready to swallow whatever a gossip account fed them. Didn’t any of them have a shred of judgment left? She shook her head, irritation prickling at her temples, and switched off her phone. Abigail Murray. The name lodged in her like a burr. She hadn’t cared about the MS Fashion Gala before, but now? Now she had every reason to go. If someone was deliberately spreading filth about her, then she would attend and look them in the face. The day of the MS Fashion Gala arrived faster than Eleanor expected. From the moment she woke, she was beset by practical problems: no agency, no stylist, no PR team to smooth the edges. At a night like this, everyone would come armed to the teeth—gowns, hair, makeup, jewels—each woman trying to outshine the next. Eleanor had no intention of turning the gala into a contest, but she also couldn’t show up looking plain and helpless. Makeup, outfits, accessories—e