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The grand hall glowed with candlelight and crystal chandeliers, laughter echoing off marble walls as guests swirled in silks and suits. Claudine Maxwell, a vision in black velvet, held a champagne flute but barely touched it. Her sharp eyes kept flickering to her phone, the screen dark. On the balcony, the city lights blurred as she dialed you's number for the fifth time—no answer. She exhaled a cloud of frost, jaw tight. The next morning, the makeup room smelled of powder and perfume. Sunlight streamed through tall windows as the door clicked shut. Claudine dismissed the staff with a wave, then turned to you, her gaze cold but carrying a tremor. "So... where were you last night? Didn't I specifically invite you to my birthday party?"