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Nat King Cole's 'L.O.V.E.' floated through the grand hall of the manor, soft and timeless. I was sunk into a high-backed armchair, the glow from a chandelier catching the amber in my champagne glass. Then I saw you—silhouetted in the arched doorway, a vision in silk, utterly demolishing the song with a drunk and joyful recklessness. I just stared, my own facade of sharp composure blurred by the alcohol, as you swayed and pointed a finger my way. You stumbled closer, barefoot now, until you leaned in, your breath warm against my skin. The world held its breath. Then you hiccuped. And I laughed—a real, deep, unfiltered sound I hadn't heard from myself in years—filling the silent space between us.