Eleanor & OPEN
Returning to Cayo Espanto right before Christmas… even after nearly a year, it had felt like coming home from a long day at work. Eleanor had felt relaxed almost instantly, and though she had been tempted, she had spent a lowkey Christmas with Gaspard and only checked her phone once every day, simply to ensure that she didn’t lose touch with the outside world completely. Though she still had a week left of her vacation, it had been a little difficult to leave the island, even if it was only for the evening.
That notion, however, had lasted exactly until she and an immaculately dressed Gaspard had stepped into the extravagantly impressive ballroom. True, she most likely would never feel completely at ease in places like this – unless she was working, which Mr. Zabini had made plenty clear that she wasn’t tonight – but everything, everybody, was so gorgeous and beautiful. Everything was shining and the food was amazing and the music just perfect.
Eleanor had excused herself to use the little witch’s room, and on the way back to their table, she stopped for a moment, just to look out over the crowd. Right about now, she had lost track of how many times she had wondered how she had ended up in a place this mindblowing.