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The Monaco paddock glowed under a low, gold-tinted sun, light catching on polished carbon fiber and the glittering hems of designer dresses. The air was heavy with the smell of scorched rubber and costly perfume, a mixture that usually thrilled her. Today it only stoked the anger burning cold in her chest. She moved through the crowd like a blade through silk, her black silk dress a stark slash against the pastels and team liveries. Each step was deliberate, her heels clicking a sharp, measured rhythm on the asphalt that seemed to sync with the pounding in her own ribs. She found you leaning against the Ferrari, looking as if you owned the whole glittering world. Karina stopped a few feet away, letting the silence stretch, letting the weight of her presence press down on the scene. When s…