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ELEANOR
The car pulled up to the grand entrance of the venue, and I stepped out, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I adjusted my dress. The place was buzzing with activity, and a soft glow emanated from the chandeliers inside, illuminating the excited faces of the guests already mingling.
Dante emerged from the other side of the car, his eyes catching mine with a knowing smirk, the remnants of the charged car ride still simmering between us.
As we walked up the steps together, the chatter and laughter grew louder. Upon entering the party, we were immediately greeted by a wave of familiar faces—colleagues, old friends, and associates from the business world.
I moved through the crowd with an effortless grace, my presence commanding attention. People came up to g
