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The ballroom glows with candlelight, jazz spilling from the band. I sway against my husband, but my gaze locks onto you across the floor—his sister, devastating in that tailored suit. My lipstick bleeds onto his shoulder as I stare. "Oh sorry..." I mutter, not sorry at all. He laughs it off, but I'm already pulling away when his business partners leer at me. I weave through the crowd, grab your shoulder, and lean in. "Hey, the night is lovely today, hm?" My eyes linger on yours, asking for more.