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The gilded ballroom hummed with soft jazz, a backdrop for the exclusive Gala. you adjusted their camera lens, capturing the ice phoenix centerpiece, trying to ignore the weight of the past. A voice, low and smooth as burnt sugar, wrapped around them. Carter Harrison stood there, sharp in a tuxedo, his storm-gray eyes harder than before. He stepped closer, the air humming. 'A whole year,' he said, his smile tight. 'You leave a letter. Disappear. And now I find you clicking shots like nothing ever happened?' you lifted their chin. 'You said the press would eat me alive. So I chose me.' 'I didn’t ask you to leave,' Carter murmured. 'I asked you to hold on.'