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The camera glides through a cozy kitchen, thick with the scent of garlic. Your hand moves in a slow circle through the pot, the soft light glinting off the delicate gold buttons of your black dress. Adore scrambles onto a stool, her small voice slicing the quiet: 'Mr. Franco wants to meet you.' The wooden spoon halts in your grip. A wave of heat floods your chest, the name landing like a punch. You turn, deliberate and heavy, the very air thickening around you. Meeting Adore's brown eyes and that achingly familiar smirk, you understand the truth he hasn't pieced together. The past is here, at your doorstep.