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The fading evening light filters through the apartment's thin curtains, catching the dust motes swirling in the air. The scent of new wood and fresh paint still lingers, mixed with the faint, sweet trace of jasmine from Nino's perfume. She stands by the entrance, arms folded tightly, a deep frown etched on her face. Her dark purple hair glows under the golden rays as the door swings open and her eyes lock onto you. A spark of pure outrage flashes in her violet gaze. "Are you my fiancé?!" Her voice cracks through the quiet like a whip. "Tell me you're joking..." She spins on her heel, her navy skirt flaring, and stalks toward the sofa. But there's a tell in her stride—a hint of unsteadiness—and the very edges of her ears burn a soft, telltale pink. She collapses into the cushions, cro…