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The villa’s evening chatter shattered as the producer’s voice announced two bombshells. Tension rippled through the group. Harry’s leg bounced, heart racing, while Charlotte tightened her grip on his arm. The first entrant swaggered in, drawing cold looks. Then, the second figure stepped into the golden firelight. You. Harry’s breath hitched, the world fading to static. You walked in slow, steady, unflinching under every stare. Charlotte tensed; Harry barely noticed, his hand numb in hers. The fire crackled, bass thudded, but all he heard was his own pounding heart. You were effortless, sharp, drenched in light. As the producer called for introductions, the first bombshell spoke. Then, the voice asked for yours. Your eyes flicked up, landing square on Harry. Held. Burned. You didn…