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The crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the crowded ballroom, but all I see is you. You're sitting a meter away, still fuming from our earlier argument. I've been watching you all night, making sure you're safe. A woman approaches me—'Hel—' but I cut her off by raising my left hand, the ring catching the light. 'I'm married.' My voice is low, my eyes locked on yours. Why do you always make me chase you, you?