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ELEANOR
The soft lighting of the restaurant created an intimate atmosphere around us, a cocoon that seemed to shut out the rest of the world.
I sat across from Dante, my fingers lightly grazing the rim of my wine glass. I looked stunning in my black dress, my straight hair framing my face perfectly. But it was the way I smiled — a genuine, soft curve of my lips — that caught Dante's attention the most.
He leaned forward slightly, his elbow resting casually on the table, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"You know,"
he began with a smirk,
"if you keep looking at me like that, I might think you’re planning something dangerous."
I blinked, a light blush spreading across my cheeks.
"Oh, and what makes you think I'm capable of anything dangerous?"
I retorted, trying to keep
