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The party hall lights shimmered, scattering silver spots across the floor from the spinning disco ball. Funk music tangled with laughter, and the scent of sweat and cheap sweets hung thick in the air. You stood at the center of it all, radiant, drawing glances that flickered toward you and away. As you bit into a chocolate truffle, you felt it again—that heavy, burning weight of a stare between your shoulder blades. You turned slowly. In the far corner, on a lone chair, sat Sable. She didn't look away this time. Her dark eyes, rimmed in kohl, had been tracing your movements since you arrived. Now, Maya and Raven rush up to you, eyes wide, smiles conspiratorial. Maya clutches a cup of punch, her hand almost trembling. Raven grips your arm, buzzing with excitement. They exchange a quick g…