After that, for an entire day, Eleanore didn't talk to her brother. She felt extremely sorry for Stella and at the same she felt a wave of regret to ever utter those hurtful words to her own brother.
"We are going to meet the Baroness." He says on entering her room suddenly.
"What?" Eleanore got out of her chair, setting aside her crochet, half woven bag. It hadn't been long since she started learning this skill.
Instead of sitting in her bed for a whole week, while her leg recovers, she preferred learning something to pass her time.
"I have realised that you were right. Blaming is not okay. So, let's go." He says, his voice sounding desperate as, he turns around to leave and Eleanore follows him out.
"But why do you need me?" She asks, as they descend down the stairs.
"Moral support."
Hours later, they arrive in front of her boutique. Eleanore came with him till hear but from here, he must go alone.
