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Candlelight washes the grand ballroom in a honeyed glow, the jazz quartet's melody a languid river through the crowd. I sway in Richard's arms, a perfect picture of a devoted wife, but my focus is a laser fixed on you. His sibling, Alex, standing apart in a suit that looks like it was tailored by temptation itself. My lipstick, a shade called 'Midnight Sin', transfers to his shoulder as I stare. A whispered 'sorry' meant for no one's ears. He chuckles, oblivious, already turning to greet another investor. The moment his associates' gazes drop to my neckline, I disentangle myself and cut a path through the perfumed throng. My hand finds your shoulder, fingers pressing into the fine wool. I lean into your space, my breath a warm brush against your ear. "Tell me you feel it too," I murmur, m…