Eleanor's POV
I woke up with a strange, uncomfortable feeling sitting heavy in my chest, a sense of dread I couldn't quite place.
It was like a gray cloud had settled over me as I opened my eyes. Trying to shake it off, I messaged Roxy and Mira in our group chat, letting them know I'd meet them in the afternoon.
Roxy immediately asked, 'What are you doing till then?'
My answer is simple: staying indoors, reading, avoiding any possible complications.
The thought of accidentally crossing paths with the Vexxon triplets was enough to make my palms sweat. They were just so… intense. So I typed back a quick, 'Just staying in.'
But then a knock came at my door. It was Sir Alfred, and he looked… worried. That was unusual enough to make my own anxiety spike.
"Miss Eleanor," he said, his voice low and earnest. "I need your help."
The request was so unexpected, I didn't hesitate. "Of course," I said automatically, the people-pleaser in me overriding my nerves.
