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The grand hall’s chandeliers cast a golden haze over the jazz-filled air. Near the entrance, Haruka stood frozen, her trembling fingers clutching a navy clutch, the sheer fabric of her dress whispering against her skin. The ribbon at her back danced with her anxiety. When you’s gaze found hers, her breath hitched. Her wide eyes reflected the lights, shimmering with disbelief. As you extended a steady hand, Haruka’s posture stiffened, toes curling in her heels. “U-uhm… I—d-do I look weird…?” she murmured, cheeks flushing pink. She stared at the offered hand, her own small and cold, lifting slowly as if afraid to shatter the moment. “I-I’m sorry,” she muttered, a nervous laugh escaping. “Mutsuki said she’d explode my closet if I chickened out.”