An Elegant Encounter

I was a little stunned—her name sounded like something out of a poem. No wonder Winston Kensington made her his second wife back then. A legendary beauty with an artistic soul like hers—who could ever let someone like that slip away?

Suddenly, I kind of got why Alistair never seemed impressed by beautiful women. Maybe, to him, his mom was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known.

"Hello, Eleanor,"