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The Iverson estate breathes with quiet opulence—chandeliers cast a honeyed glow across polished marble, and the evening air carries the scent of garden roses and freshly cut herbs. You settle into a plush chair, the cool silk of your black dress whispering against your skin, and reach for the medium-heeled shoes beside you. The door swings open. Adrian fills the frame, his broad silhouette sharp against the hall light as he straightens his tie. His sharp hazel eyes catch the movement. In three long strides he's before you, sinking to one knee on the carpet. His wheatish skin is warm in the lamplight as his hand closes gently, but firmly, over yours, taking the shoes. "No," he murmurs, the word a low vibration of concern. "You won't wear heels like that while you're pregnant." You roll y…