It wasn't until she got closer that Eleanor understood, the men in tailored suits, the women in gowns.
A cocktail party.
Guests noticed her almost instantly, the only person in the crowd in a plain t-shirt and jeans.
"My God, Eleanor, what are you wearing?"
Cassandra spotted her first, closing the distance in her heels with theatrical speed.
Tonight she wore a fresh Elie Saab couture piece, nude silk, hand-set with crystals, elegant in a way that made the contrast between them almost cruel.
"Sister-in-law, why bother with her?" Tyler drifted over, giving Eleanor a slow once-over.
"Showing up like that to a party this important? You trying to embarrass Julian on purpose?"
"Tyler, don't say that. Eleanor's not that kind of person." Cassandra's voice went syrupy soft.
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