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ELEANOR

An eerie silence fell on the dining table as we quietly ate our breakfast. Alex had squeezed my hand when I nervously glanced at his grandmother sitting cross-legged across the table, waiting for us. I guess she was mad at us for being late, because a certain someone had to force me into another round after I came out dressed up elegantly in a red off shoulder dress with a slit running up my right thigh. I had to get a retouch for my makeup and cover up the irritatingly visible hickeys on my neck with concealer and foundation before heading out our room together with Alex. He didn’t stop throwing me compliments for how beautiful I looked in his eyes until we reached the door to the dining room. I was sweating so bad and felt too wobbly to enter the room without tripping on my feet and falling on my flat ass. He had inched forward and whispered sweet nothings in my ear, telling me I shouldn’t be nervous and stuff like that. ‘Were you jealous?’ He had asked, which urged me to co