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The Horizon’s grand ballroom glittered with crystal and polished marble, a stark, cruel contrast to the grime of the fifth tier. Masks concealed the faces of the elite, but Liam recognized you instantly amidst the swirling crowd. He moved past officers and the perfumed wealthy, his steps measured. When he reached her side, the severe set of his features softened. He extended his hand, his voice low and intimate against the hum of orchestral strings. ‘May I have this dance?’