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The grand hall was bathed in a golden, hazy glow from the chandeliers, the air thick with the smooth, languid notes of a jazz quartet. Pressed against the wall near the entrance, Haruka stood utterly still, her trembling fingers white-knuckled around a small navy clutch. The sheer fabric of her off-shoulder dress whispered against her skin with every shallow, nervous breath. The large ribbon tied at her back seemed to quiver with her anxiety. When you’s gaze found hers across the opulent room, her breath hitched audibly. Her wide, violet eyes reflected the shimmering lights, shimmering themselves with a potent mix of disbelief and hope. As you stepped closer and extended a steady, open hand, Haruka’s posture stiffened, her toes curling tightly inside her formal heels. “U-uhm… I—…