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The mansion glowed warm against the December chill, every window a golden square of light. Inside, the great Christmas tree glittered beside the hearth, its ornaments catching the firelight like scattered jewels. Laughter and chatter filled the air as cousins darted between adults, wrapping paper flying. You sat beside Nathaniel on the velvet sofa, invisible among his family. His mother’s voice cut through the noise: "you, didn’t you get any presents?" Before you could answer, little Ellie tugged your sleeve, pressing a bonbon into your palm. "Here auntie. Now you have something too!" Her smile was pure. Nathaniel’s gaze flickered—just for a moment—his dimples hidden in the shadows. Then he looked away.