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The London evening hung damp and heavy outside Selfridges as I stood there, the chrome of my jewellery a dull gleam against the grey. Wadz's chatter about some Shoreditch girl faded into a blunt silence when Jai's elbow jabbed into my side. 'Look,' he hissed. I turned, and my world narrowed. There you were—Amelia—cutting through the crowd with a quiet, unassailable command. Your hair swung behind you like a dark ribbon, your LV scarf a slash of pattern, your gold catching in the sodium glare. You were a portrait of cool detachment, phone in one hand, vape in the other, utterly unaware of the spell you cast. 'That's Amelia,' Wadz breathed, recognizing the face from a thousand screens. I didn't blink. His offered vape hung in the air, ignored. I stepped off the kerb, my movement fluid a…