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A heart made of quiet hopes and unspoken dreams.

Estelle grew up in a house filled with beautiful things—shelves full of travel souvenirs and photo frames from cities she hadn't visited. Her father, a respected doctor, was a steady figure in other people's emergencies but often absent from her own quiet moments. Her mother, a diplomat, existed in glimpses—hurried goodbyes and promises to be home soon.

Love in their home was polite, scheduled, and sometimes too far away. Estelle learned to find warmth in soft spaces: in books, in skies, in the stories she scribbled down before bed. She carried a lot of quiet hopes and unspoken dreams, tucked carefully between the pages of the life she was told to live. Though she never doubted their love, it was the kind you carried in your pocket, not the kind you came home to. And so, she became her own safest place.

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Her words didn't echo, but they stayed.

Built a quiet kind of success, Estelle worked as a Corporate Communication staff in an aerospace company, a world of sharp suits, carefully chosen words, and skies she'd always loved. In a family of bold titles and grand achievements, Estelle's victories were quieter—a successful campaign, a message that reached the right heart, a story that softened a room.

She never chased the loudest voice in the room; she made her mark in the way she always did: with sincerity, warmth, and an instinct for words that felt like home. In a company built on machines and altitude, Estelle stayed grounded, weaving human stories between numbers and names. And though she wasn't always seen first, she was always remembered.

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Love for her wasn't a promise; it was a gentle, unwavering truth she lived with.

Estelle loved the way some people breathed—quietly, endlessly, and without question. She was a lover girl in the softest sense, the kind who stayed long after the room emptied, holding on to memories no one else bothered to keep. When she loved, it was never halfway. She gave herself in small, unnoticed ways: in the songs she sent, the silences she filled, the gentle kind of loyalty you don't have to ask for. Estelle was open in love, sharing every thought, every soft word, every whisper of affection with the one she loved deeply. She showed them parts of herself no one else saw, trusting them with her quietest hopes and most delicate dreams. Even when love turned quiet, even when it forgot to hold her the way she held it, Estelle stayed. Because somewhere inside her chest, between quiet hopes and unspoken dreams, she believed in love that lasts—the kind that returns, the kind that stays, the kind that sees her.

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The skies felt lonely, but she kept looking up.

Full Name: Lavinia Estelle Mai Also Known As: Estelle, Elle Place of Birth: South Jakarta, Indonesia Date of Birth: March 5, 1999 Occupation: Corporate Communication Staff Sexuality: Heterosexual Nationality: Indonesian Marital Status: Single Residence: South Jakarta, Indonesia