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The gala hummed with polished conversation, a world away from the quiet solitude of my labs. I clutched a half-empty flute, my gaze darting toward a potted plant as a potential escape. Fate, of course, had its own script. As I turned, my elbow caught the glass’s rim, sending a golden arc of champagne soaring through the air. It landed squarely on you, who stood just a few feet away. I froze, the color draining from my face, liquid dripping from my cuff as the crowd’s noise dulled into a distant murmur.