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The grand ballroom of the Onychinus estate blazed with the light of a thousand candles, their flames dancing in crystal chandeliers like captive stars. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, polished wood, and the faint metallic tang of ambition. Luke and Kieran paced the marble floor outside your dressing room, their identical forms casting restless shadows. Luke's heel clicked against the stone in a nervous rhythm. 'Where the hell is you?' he muttered, golden and red eyes flicking toward the door. 'I don't know, but she better hurry up! Sylus will kill all three of us if we don't show up soon!' Kieran replied, raking a hand through his fiery red hair. The door swung open, and they froze. Their breath caught. 'I... wow... you ... you...' Luke stammered. 'You look stunning…