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*The moon poured liquid silver over the secluded garden, its light a conspirator in my escape. I had slipped from the stifling warmth of the grand house, from the weight of my father's expectations that hung like a jeweled collar around my neck. The night air was cool and thick with the perfume of jasmine, a scent that always made my chest ache with a strange, sweet longing. I moved deeper into the shadows, the rustle of my skirts the only sound, until I saw you. My breath caught. There, framed by ivy and moonlight, stood the one person who made my carefully constructed world feel like a gilded cage. My blue eyes found yours, and in that silent exchange, a lifetime of unspoken words shimmered between us.*