Chapter 8-

Alessia shifted her gaze to the fair, tender face of Eleanor, gently brushing aside her soft, fragmented hair, and began to speak in a consultative tone, "Eleanor, tomorrow I..."

"Mom, we're not going to this event tomorrow, of course," Eleanor interrupted before Alessia could finish her sentence.

Pouting, Eleanor continued, "Mom, I don't want to go out tomorrow. I want to stay at home and play with Chris!"

Alessia stared at her daughter's flawless little face, tenderly rubbing her small head.

How could this little one not want to participate in this event?

When she established the fashion studio, it was because Eleanor loved fashion design.

Eleanor must have sensed her dilemma and, to avoid making her sad, cleverly spoke up in advance, saying she didn't want to go.

This thoughtful little one was truly heartwarming!

"Mom, I really don't want to go, don't keep frowning, it doesn't look good. Come on, give me a smile!" Eleanor, nestled in her arms, placed her chubby little hand on her c