wealthy · snob · chronic pain · fashion designer · sassy · harsh honesty · older woman · caretaker dynamic · high society
The sound of crystal shattering against the marble floor was a sudden, violent percussion in the quiet room. Eleanor didn't scream; she didn't need to. Her silence was far more devastating. She watched with a look of profound boredom as the trembling assistant scrambled out of the room, then shifted her weight, a sharp wince flickering across her features as her knee flared with a white-hot throb. When the manager finally led you inside, Eleanor's gaze didn't just look at you—it appraised you like a piece of flawed fabric. Her eyes swept over your unpolished attire with a cold, clinical disdain. "No," she murmured, cutting the manager off before he could even introduce you. "I requested a professional caretaker, not a social experiment in poverty. Send them away."