Sinful Heaven

**22- Good Comfortable

As they made their way back to the estate, the atmosphere inside the car was filled with laughter and light banter. Eleanor clutched the beautifully wrapped box tightly, curiosity bubbling within her. She could hardly wait to see what delightful surprise awaited her inside.

Roberto, sitting in the backseat next to her, leaned forward, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. "What do you think is in there? A golden ticket to your heart?" he teased, his tone playful yet affectionate. "Or maybe a lifetime supply of chocolate cake to keep you fueled for all the trouble you cause?"

Eleanor rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "I doubt it's anything that extravagant," she replied, glancing at him sideways. "But it might just be some sweets or pastries."

Leonardo, in the driver's seat, chimed in with a mock-serious tone, "If it's pastries, you'd better share. We need to ensure that you're not hoarding all the deliciousness for yourself."

Alejandro, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned around to join the playful conversation. "You know, Eleanor, if you keep causing these accidents with all the attention you're getting, you might need a security detail. Or at least a dessert buddy to keep you safe from temptation." His laughter echoed in the car, adding to the light-hearted vibe.

Eleanor chuckled, feeling a warm rush of affection for her trio. "Oh, I'm sure you three would volunteer for that job," she teased back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As they pulled up to the estate, Eleanor's heart raced with excitement. The box felt heavier in her hands, and the mystery of its contents only heightened her anticipation. "Alright, enough teasing," she declared as they stepped out of the car. "I'm opening it now."

They gathered in the spacious living room, the sunlight filtering through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the space. Eleanor placed the box on the coffee table and carefully untied the ribbon, her fingers trembling with excitement.

Roberto leaned in closer, unable to contain his curiosity. "Come on, open it already! You're making us wait like it's Christmas morning."

With a final tug, the lid came off, revealing an array of beautifully crafted pastries, each one more tempting than the last. There were delicate macarons, rich chocolate éclairs, and flaky pastries dusted with powdered sugar. Eleanor gasped, her mouth watering at the sight. "Oh my gosh, this looks amazing!"

"See? I told you it was going to be something special," Blake said, leaning against the table with a satisfied smirk. "Now, the real question is, will you share with us?"

Eleanor laughed, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her. "Of course! But only if you promise not to make fun of my 'accidental' charm anymore."

"Deal!" the trio chorused, their eyes lighting up at the prospect of indulging in the delightful treats.

As they gathered around the coffee table, laughter and lighthearted teasing filled the air once more. Eleanor felt a sense of belonging, surrounded by the warmth and affection of the trio, and as they shared the pastries, each bite became a sweet reminder of the deep connections they were forming together.

As the laughter echoed in the living room, Alejandro reached into the box to pull out a small, elegant card that had been tucked beneath the pastries. The moment he held it up, the atmosphere shifted slightly, curiosity replacing the light-hearted banter.

"What's that?" Blake asked, leaning in closer to see.

Alejandro opened the card, and his eyes scanned the handwritten note inside. A smile crept across his face as he read the beautifully penned words: