Her anger boiling over, but as she stood there, the heat in her chest slowly began to fade.
She had to control herself; getting too angry wouldn't help her at all. Aurora would pay for everything she's done, Eleanor thought, her gaze narrowing.
Just wait, Aurora. One day, you'll fall from the stairs, and no one will be there to save you.
A dark smirk played across Eleanor's face as the image of Aurora slipping, falling, and hitting her head flashed in her mind.
She imagined how it would be the perfect accident, no one would suspect a thing.
In reality, however, Eleanor knew it would be someone else's hand. One of the men working for the richest man in the city would get rid of Aurora for impersonating his daughter.
The idea of her being punished for her lies made Eleanor feel a cold satisfaction.
She took a deep breath, letting the anger leave her. It wasn't worth it.
