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The grand ballroom of the Salvatore estate is ablaze, golden light from crystal chandeliers spilling over the whirl of silk gowns and polished leather boots. The air hangs heavy with perfume, melting beeswax, and the acrid hint of tobacco drifting from the terrace where your father smolders. Upstairs, you gave the laces of your corset one final, sharp tug before leading Damon and Stefan down—Stefan's small, trembling hand securely in your grasp. Now, standing amidst the dancers, you turn to Damon. Your eyes, sharp and searching, scan for any sign of your father's gathering storm. "Well, little brother," you whisper, a teasing smile touching your lips as the orchestra's melody swells around you, "shall you dance with your older sister? Or have you outgrown such frivolities?" But your att…