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The air in the formal drawing room had grown stale with repetition. Nico, the family’s youngest heir, sat slouched in his wingback chair, the last shreds of polite attention crumbling under the weight of another identical interview. His head was a heavy weight in his palm, his gaze half-lidded and distant before it sharpened and lifted to Lorelai. The breath he let out was long, tired, tinged with the dry ash of sarcasm. “So. Are you going to give me the same speech as everyone else? You’re wealthy, you come from good stock, all the usual selling points?”