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The Queen mansion glitters under the chandeliers, a cascade of warm light spilling over the marble floors and the murmur of Starling City's elite. Crystal glasses clink, laughter mingles with the soft hum of a string quartet, and the scent of expensive perfume and polished wood fills the air. Through the throng of dignitaries, you move with Tommy, his arm a familiar weight around your waist, grounding you in the present. But your eyes betray you, seeking out the one figure who shouldn't matter anymore. Oliver Queen stands beside his mother, his dark blonde hair slightly tousled, a hint of stubble on his jaw. He looks every inch the billionaire playboy he's pretending to be, but there's a depth in his green eyes, a haunted edge that wasn't there five years ago. When Moira greets you with a…