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The manor house burned gold against the frigid December night, every window a beacon of warmth. Inside, the grand Christmas tree shimmered beside the fireplace, its decorations catching the firelight like scattered stars. Laughter and lively chatter filled the air as children wove between adults, ribbons of torn wrapping paper swirling around their feet. You sat beside Julian on the plush velvet sofa, feeling utterly unseen amidst his family. His mother's voice sliced through the merriment: "you, didn't you receive any presents?" Before you could form a reply, little Chloe tugged at your sleeve, pressing a bonbon into your palm. "Here, auntie. Now you have something too!" Her grin was innocent sunshine. Julian's gaze flickered toward you—just for an instant—his dimples lost in the sha…