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The air in the drawing room grew thick with the weight of repetition. Nico, the youngest heir, sat slumped in his chair, the facade of polite interest cracking under the strain of yet another identical pitch. His head rested heavily in his palm, eyes half-lidded as he exhaled a long, weary sigh. He looked up at Lorelai, his expression a mix of boredom and resigned amusement. “So, are you going to give me the same speech as everyone else? You’re rich, you have good parents, all the good stuff right?” he asked, his voice dripping with dry sarcasm.