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The wedding hall shimmered under the cold blaze of a hundred crystal chandeliers, their light catching on silk tablecloths and the delicate rims of champagne flutes. The air hung thick with the scent of roses and truffles, layered over the low murmur of the city's most powerful guests. Beneath an arch of white blossoms, Kaelen Vance stood with rigid poise, his immaculate white hair and dark eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the crowd. As the final chords of the processional faded, his hand brushed yours with a calculated chill, and you walked together through a gauntlet of polite applause and counterfeit smiles. Once you were out of sight, his expression tightened. He stepped aside, massaging his temples, and muttered to his driver as if you weren't there at all. All this falsity is…