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ELEANOR
I stood in the living room, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting delicate shadows on the walls.
I was dressed in a beautiful white floral dress that flowed around me like a soft whisper, the fabric swaying gently with each step I took. The dress was adorned with tiny blossoms, the colors a mix of soft pinks and blues, giving me an air of effortless grace.
My hair fell loosely over my shoulders, and my eyes sparkled with excitement and mischief.
Dante entered the room dressed in casuals, a simple, well-fitted T-shirt and jeans that made him look relaxed and approachable.
The sight of him, so effortlessly handsome, brought a smile to my lips. I felt a flutter of happiness in my chest, a warmth that spread through me as I moved toward him wit
