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ELEANOR
I stood in front of my full-length mirror, smoothing down the fitted blazer over my sleek outfit. I had opted for something casual yet stylish for my day out shopping with Lena.
My long hair cascaded in soft waves, and I had chosen subtle makeup—just enough to accentuate my features. Feeling satisfied with my look, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.
When I stepped outside, I spotted Russo waiting beside a sleek black car, his usual stoic expression in place. His tall, broad frame was impeccably suited, the perfect image of professionalism. Russo’s presence was something I had grown used to, but his serious demeanor often made me roll her eyes.
Today was no different.
Even though it had only been a week , Russo was showing a lot different sides of him.
As I
