If she thought back far enough, it must have been in third grade. Her mother used to tell her that, as a child, she loved wearing princess dresses.

Being the firstborn-and a beautiful one at that her family dressed her like a little princess. Her closet had been filled with frilly gowns, gifts from her parents, aunts, uncles, and other relatives.

Then, at some point in fourth grade, she stopped wearing them. No matter how many new dresses she received, she always gave them away to her cousins. Eventually, everyone realized she wasn't interested, and the dresses stopped coming.

Her mother once asked why she no longer liked them. Elora had replied, "Skirts slow me down. I like to move fast."

Her mother had smiled and said she had always been decisive and strong-willed, which was why her grandparents had chosen her as the family's successor. And she hadn't let them down.

From a young age, she had shouldered the family's burdens. Under her leadership, the Ormond business hadn't just survived-it had thrived.

of her grandparents' old acquaintances were still around, and whenever they saw her, they praised her. They envied her

anyone about the

grandfather had sighed and lamented, "If only she were

eldest grandson of the Ormond family, her grandfather would

she was, he always feared that one day she would marry, and

tradition. Even though her grandfather had no choice but to entrust

two younger brothers hadn't been born yet. They had assumed there would be no

had often said that an old rival from her youth had once taunted her: "I gave birth to all sons, while yours can't even

under her eyes

vanity and

kept her word. By the time she reached the dining room, Tatum

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