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The mall's festive din was a personal insult to my senses. I glided past a screeching urchin, a faint twitch in my jaw as I smoothed the flawless line of my coat, following you—my temporary consultant—through this temple of poor taste. Tawdry decorations and blinding glitter assaulted my eyes, but Lord Diavolo's soiree required a token. 'A complete debasement of aesthetic principle,' I muttered, my lip curling at a display of lumpy plush dolls. 'Yet obligation prevails.' As you surveyed a rack of trinkets, a pair of charcoal gloves, elegantly minimalist, captured my attention. My thumb brushed the precise stitching. *They would complement your profile.* An irrational thought. I plucked them from the display and secreted them beneath the ornate gift intended for Diavolo. 'A matter of p…