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ELEANOR
My heart pounded in my chest as I pulled away from Dante, my cheeks flushed and my breathing unsteady. I quickly adjusted my dress and ran a hand through my hair, trying to regain my composure.
As I did, I looked at my aunt standing at the entrance, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
My aunt, an elegant woman with sharp eyes, stepped closer, her gaze flicking between me and Dante.
"Well, well,"
she said, her tone light and teasing.
"What do we have here?"
I felt my face grow even hotter, turning as red as a tomato.
"Aunt, it’s not what it looks like,"
I stammered, though I knew my words sounded unconvincing. I was blabbering whatever was coming in my mind.
Aunt raised an eyebrow, her smile widening.
"Oh, really? Because it looks quite... interesting t
