Her words fell insipidly from her lips; they were mostly weightless. She was frivolous with a pompous ditzy air about her. Nothing she ever did was productive. She loved nothing more than a lazy afternoon under the parasol on the beach or drinking a whiskey and soda in the cool gardens of the sprawling mansion.
She was beautiful no doubt, with her pale, lanky neck, and skin like peaches and cream. Her big doe-like eyes charmed a many men, who pursued her relentlessly; many of whom wanted only a trophy wife to stroke their egos.
She wished she had the smarts about her like her older, less attractive sister. She walked into the study and ran her fingers through Eleanor's books. Books on history, astronomy, geography, philosophy; Eleanor's interests were wide and varied. She had a natural sense of curiosity about the world around her and was constantly amazed by new facts she did not know before. A pity though her face did not reflect the fire burning inside of her but her eyes were kind, much like her soul. This kindness and passion however, did not bring her as many suitors as her sister, Elizabeth, or Izzy as she preferred to be called. The two sisters envied one another for what each lacked. Izzy, a brain and passion, Eleanor, a face that could charm the steeliest of hearts.
Izzy sighed and turned towards the gentleman standing alongside her as she spoke. He was looking at her intently, charmed by those eyes of hers and that slender figure she carried so gracefully.
"Do you read?" She asked him pointedly.
"Well, well of course I do. History and politics mostly." The gentleman replied.
"Oh, how dull that must be. Don't you prefer to just go to parties and socialize? People can be just as interesting as books, can't they?"
He nodded, a little perplexed.
"Sorry, I am feeling just a little hot and tired. I suppose I would go rest a little now, if you do not mind." Izzy had silently declared the poor man a first-rate bore in her heart and decided she should not waste anymore of her precious time on him.
With that, Izzy spun around, out of the study and into her bedroom, leaving the poor gentleman feeling awkward and discarded. He looked longingly at her back, and departed.

Eleanor sat by the huge French windows in the study, in her favorite leather armchair. She was reading Plato's "The Republic". The skies outside were turning a steely grey and the trees were swaying violently with the wind. She gazed at the low dark clouds; she had always loved thunderstorms. They brought about a certain melancholy to the world and put her in a contemplative mood. The rain fell, drumming the roof with a loud and consistent staccato beat.
Eleanor was about to turn another page when out of the corner of her eye, she saw a pale face in the window. She let out a yelp. The pale face belonged to a man of 20 years of age , quite tall, with piercing green eyes and light hazel brown hair. He mouthed, "I am sorry!" to Eleanor.
The man was soaked wet. She got up quickly and went to the porch where the man was standing, shivering.
"Are you quite alright?"
"Just a little wet and cold, I suppose. I was out riding in the woods when the clouds came in and I had to find a shelter."
His horse was leashed to a tall tree, in the rain, a few feet away.
"Why don't you come in and I will get you a towel to dry off."
The man nodded his head, feeling grateful to have been met with such kindness. He had gotten just a little bit cynical these days; nobody had been quite as kind to him much.
Eleanor walked hurriedly down the stairs with a large white towel.
"Here you go. I will put the kettle on and make you a cup of tea, if you would like that?" She ended her sentence with an inflection. She was looking at the man with such pity in her eyes that George felt like a lost puppy.
"Yes I would like that if it is not too much trouble."
Just then, Izzy walked languidly down the stairs to the living hall, where George and Eleanor stood at a polite distance.
George's eyes brightened when he saw Izzy.
Oh, how stunning she is!
George thought to himself, with his eyes fixed on Izzy.
Eleanor sighed. Yet, another man fallen prey to Izzy's beauty.