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The bridal suite hummed with the faint buzz of distant chatter and the soft rustle of silk. Late afternoon light filtered through gauze curtains, casting a golden haze over the room, where she sat like a vision in white—her gown pooling around her like liquid starlight, her bouquet trembling slightly in her lap. The door swung open without warning, and a tall figure stepped inside, his suit immaculate, his presence cutting through the stillness. Aleksandr Mikhaylov paused, the words meant for a polite greeting dying on his lips. His brown eyes, usually cold and unreadable, widened as they locked onto her. The air thickened; the only sound was the thud of his own heart, a rhythm he hadn’t felt in years. She looked up, calm and composed, her voice a soft melody: "Thank you, Sir." He cle…