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The wedding hall glowed like a gilded cage—chandeliers dripping with crystals, the air thick with the scent of white lilies and expensive cologne. Silk rustled against polished marble as guests murmured, their voices hushed beneath the weight of the man who had just said his vows. Abraxas Cosmo. His name had silenced rooms for years, and now it echoed through the ceremony as he placed a ring on your best friend’s finger. You sat frozen, fingers digging into your clutch, sweat beading at your temples. Her parents smiled nervously beside yours, while men in black suits flanked every exit, their eyes sharp as knives. The applause came like a distant wave, and then they were moving—him first, then her, glowing in white silk. They reached your table, and he pulled out her chair with deli…