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ELEANOR
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, the soft lighting of my room casting a warm glow on my elegant black dress. The fabric hugged my curves perfectly, the simple yet sophisticated design accentuating my graceful figure.
I smiled at myself in the mirror as I carefully applied my red lipstick, the vibrant color contrasting beautifully with my dark attire.
My eyes, accentuated by expertly applied makeup, sparkled with anticipation and a hint of mischief.
I wanted to leave an impression on dad’s close friend’s business partner.
With a final glance in the mirror, I stepped out of my room, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Soon reaching the staircase , I saw Dante was waiting for me, his eyes lighting up as he saw me.
A small smile appeared
