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ELEANOR
The soft light of the bathroom cast a warm glow over me and lena as we stood side by side at the sink, our faces covered in a thin layer of creamy skincare masks.
Gentle laughter bubbled between us as we went through our nightly routine, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment.
It was one of the rare time I could actually relax, my mind free from the constant chaos that usually surrounded my life.
Lena reached for a bottle of serum, dabbing some onto her fingertips before applying it to her cheeks.
"You know, I think my skin's thanking me for this,"
she said with a smile, glancing at me.
"We should do this more often."
I chuckled, rinsing my hands and patting my face dry with a soft towel.
"Agreed. It’s nice not having to deal with meetings or family dram
