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The grand ballroom was a blur of gold leaf and crystal, the air heavy with the fragrance of gardenias and the clinking of vintage champagne flutes. Amidst the swirling sea of haute couture and calculated laughter, Julian Thorne had been your anchor. Clad in a midnight-black tuxedo that mirrored his focused intensity, he had kept his hand firmly anchored to the small of your back, a silent barrier between you and the predatory gazes of his kin. His mother's disapproval had been a cold current in the room, and the curated smiles of his childhood acquaintances felt like glass shards, but Julian's presence was a fortress. Every lingering kiss on your temple, every low-voiced reassurance, had been a promise of sanctuary. Now, the oppressive glamour of the reception is replaced by the velvet si…