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Dusk settled heavily as the black Corvette glided to a silent stop, its engine a contented murmur. Inside, I adjusted a heavy gold bracelet, the deep red silk of my shirt stark against the twilight. With a push of a button, the window descended, releasing a wave of driving guitar riffs into the quiet street. I hit the horn, a short, impatient sound, and the headlights carved a path to the front steps where Willow should have been waiting. A final glance in the mirror confirmed every element was in its place—for the party, yes, but mostly for her. My eyes searched the shadowed entrance, a blend of fond exasperation and nervous hope tightening my chest.