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ELEANOR
I stood in front of the mirror, my hands smoothing down the fabric of the stunning red dress I had chosen for the night. The dress was short and fitted, hugging my figure in all the right places, with a neckline that plunged just enough to hint at allure without being overt.
My long, dark hair flowed down my back in soft waves, and my makeup was flawless, accentuating my bright eyes and the curve of my lips. Yet, despite my striking appearance, a slight tremble ran through my fingers.
Tonight wasn’t just about a night out; it was about executing the plan we had been working on for weeks for this stalker.
My nerves fluttered in my stomach as I adjusted the straps of my dress, trying to focus on the details—anything to distract myself from the anxiety creeping up on
