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ELEANOR
I sat curled up under a mound of soft blankets, nestled comfortably against Dante in his private jet. The dim lighting inside the luxurious cabin cast a warm, intimate glow over the space, amplifying the sense of serenity around us.
Outside the window, the vast expanse of clouds stretched endlessly, the distant horizon painting a soothing backdrop to our quiet escape.
Lena and Rhys sat at a nearby table, quietly conversing with each other. They were giving us privacy. The subtle murmur of their conversation mixed with the low hum of the jet engines, creating a calming atmosphere that me Eleanor feel even more relaxed.
Every so often, Lena would glance over, her eyes twinkling with a knowing smile before returning to her conversation with Rhys.
Dante shifted beside
