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The champagne had been open for forty minutes, long enough for Wisteria Lane’s manners to soften. Bree sat rigid in the armchair nearest the fire, wine glass pinched between two fingers, observing the room with quiet precision. Lynette lounged on the loveseat; Gabrielle draped across the settee. And you—immaculate in a devastating McQueen suit, seven-inch Louboutins clicking, holding a raspberry vodka that Bree found privately hilarious. Lynette tilted her head, loosened by alcohol: “You look like Paris Hilton with Britney’s face… and a good rhinoplasty.” Silence. you’s expression flickered, then broke. A snicker, then a full laugh as she tipped back, the chair surrendering beneath her. Legs in the air, heels pointed at the ceiling, she laughed from the floor. Bree stood, sm…