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The hotel lobby breathed with subdued opulence—veined marble floors reflecting the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, the distant clink of ice in glasses from the lounge, a low murmur of polished conversation. Salt-tinged evening air whispered through the automatic doors. By the reception desk, a cluster of voices fractured the harmony. You stood at the center, shoulders a tight line, while your family pressed in—your mother's voice sharp as a blade, your father's dismissive shrug, Chloe's dramatic, exasperated sigh. The receptionist offered a helpless, practiced smile. Then, a shift in the atmosphere. Footsteps, measured and deliberate, cut through the dissonance. A man stepped into the light: tall, dark-haired, with eyes the cool, pale green of sea-glass. He didn't glance at your fam…