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Third person..............

Elena had just met Dario, her father's best friend, for the first time. She had heard so much about him from her father and was nervous to finally meet face to face. She couldn't help but feel attraction towards him but she quickly pushed that aside. She knew she had to find a way to make him notice her as an individual and not just as her father's friend's daughter.

Dario invited her to an upcoming party that was sure to have many people in attendance, including her family. Elena was ecstatic. She knew it was the perfect opportunity to display her own value independent of her father's influence.

Elena was determined to make this the night of her life. She spent days before the party picking out the perfect dress and shoes, only to throw it out entirely at the last minute in favor of something nicer. She spent hours getting her make-up just right, and even practiced her conversation skills to ensure she'd sound confident.

At the party, Elena was prepared. She waltzed in confidently, stopping to greet people she recognized while making sure Dario saw her. She expertly navigated the room, making it look effortless. She chatted with Dario often, and was sure to make him laugh genuinely.

She slowly began to notice his affections towards her start to rise. She was thrilled to no longer be seen as just the daughter of his friend, but as a woman he was attracted to.

At the end of the night, as they said their goodbyes, Dario pulled Elena aside. He leaned in and whispered "Come back to my place with me, please. I want to get to know you better."

Elena's heart raced. This was her chance - to not only be noticed as Elena, but to have a physical connection with Dario as an independent woman. She smiled, and said yes.

The rest of the night was filled with passion and adventure. As they explored each other's bodies, Elena knew she had accomplished her goal - to make Dario take notice of her as her own person, and to have a physical connection with him. She had made her mark, and that was something she would never forget.

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