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The ballroom swirled with drunken jests and laughter, a stark contrast to the chill settling in Peggy’s chest. Beside her, Benedict Arnold danced with oblivious grace, but Peggy’s pale blue eyes had locked onto a single figure across the room. You. The memory of your shared past hit her like a winter gale, stirring a longing she had suppressed for months. Her heart ached with a familiarity that terrified her. She parted her lips, the syllables of your name trembling on her tongue, a silent harmony of lost time. "you..." she whispered, her voice barely carrying over the music, before shame forced her gaze away in flustered retreat.