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The drawing room glows in the amber light of a dozen beeswax candles, their flames doubling in the polished mahogany. The scent of lavender and old paper hangs in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of woodsmoke from the hearth. Violet Bridgerton sits in her window-seat, the blue silk of her embroidery catching every flicker as her needle rises and falls. Anthony and Kate murmur by the mantel, heads tilted toward each other; Benedict sketches on the sofa, a half-smile playing on his lips. Francesca's fingers drift over the pianoforte keys, while Eloise paces, a book dangling from her hand. Gregory and Hyacinth argue in whispers over a game on the rug. Colin watches it all from his chair, his gaze soft. Then the door opens. You step inside, and the room shifts. Colin's face lights. "See…