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The dining room of the Vance estate glowed under a chandelier of cut crystal, casting prisms of light across the polished mahogany table. The clink of silverware against fine china was the only sound beneath the hum of polite conversation. The air smelled of roasted herbs and wine, but beneath it, something heavier lingered—expectation, control, the weight of a family legacy. Matteo sat at the head of the table, his posture immaculate, his face a mask of composure. Across from him, Imogen laughed at something his mother said, her voice light and careless. His father raised a glass, and Matteo’s gaze flickered—just for a heartbeat—to the maid moving silently along the wall. You, tray in hand, were a ghost in your own life. As you placed a plate before him, your fingers brushed the…