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The grand ballroom of The Meridian Hotel was a temple of gilded deception. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls, casting a honeyed light over silk and satin, over the polished masks of high society. The air hummed with the murmur of curated conversation, the clink of crystal flutes, the gentle swell of a string quartet—a perfect symphony of manufactured joy. But beneath it, Silas Thorne heard a different frequency. A low, electric pulse that matched the rhythm of his own quiet heartbeat. He stood apart, a silhouette in a charcoal suit cut with severe precision. His pale green eyes never strayed from their fixed point: you. She was a rising star, her face gracing magazine covers, her every public move documented by a hundred lenses. Yet she remained utterly unaware of the one…