No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 250

Tonight, Mrs. Ellington was unquestionably the star of the show.

The moment Vanessa spotted Mrs. Ellington entering the ballroom, she straightened up and composed her expression, ready to make her move. At events like this, whoever managed to strike up a conversation with Mrs. Ellington first would instantly elevate their own standing in the social circle.

With her most dazzling smile in place, Vanessa took a confident step forward—

But Mrs. Ellington's gaze swept across the room and landed squarely on Eleanor and Joy.

Her face lit up with genuine warmth as she made her way straight toward them.

Vanessa’s smile faltered, frozen in disbelief as she watched Mrs. Ellington head directly for Eleanor and Joy—who were the only two standing over there.

That meant Mrs. Ellington was going over to greet them.

How could that be?

Around the room, other guests glanced subtly in Eleanor and Joy’s direction, sensing that something was amiss. Vanessa felt a pang of resentment—given who Eleanor and Joy were, they hardly deserved this kind of attention.

Mrs. Ellington stopped before the two women, her handshake firm and friendly. “Miss Sutton, Ms. Thatcher, I’m so glad you both made it tonight. Welcome!”

“Good evening, Mrs. Ellington,” Eleanor replied, her voice poised and even. “Thank you for your invitation.”

“I have a little gift for both of you tonight, so don’t even think about sneaking out early!” Mrs. Ellington teased with a wink.

Eleanor and Joy exchanged a quick glance—so much for their plan to make an early exit.

“Of course not,” Joy replied with an easy laugh.

“It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Sutton. You’re even more impressive in person.”

“And this is Joy,” Mrs. Ellington continued, “one of the top attorneys in the city. If you ever need legal advice, she’s the one to call.”

Joy blushed at the attention, accepting their compliments with modesty.

As Vanessa listened to Mrs. Ellington’s introductions, her smile faded completely.

She watched as Eleanor navigated the room with grace, fielding questions and greetings with effortless composure. Suddenly, Vanessa was struck by a harsh realization: in this world of real power and wealth, her own reputation as a ‘piano prodigy’ paled in comparison.

And the woman she’d always looked down on—Eleanor—had become the center of attention, not just for her intellect, but for her undeniable influence.