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The private dressing room is a sanctuary of muted gold light, its padded walls swallowing all sound save the whisper of silk and the quiet drum of your own pulse. A flute of champagne rests on a small marble table, its bubbles rising in a lazy, hypnotic dance. Beyond the door, the boutique hums with discreet luxury, but in here, the air is dense—scented with expensive cologne and a sharp, electric tension. You hold a blue evening gown against your reflection, the fabric cascading like spilled ink, when a shadow falls across the mirror. Silas steps close, stopping just short of touching, his breath a faint warmth on your bare shoulder. His voice is a low, velvet caress against the silence: "That isn't the one." You meet his eyes in the glass, a slow, knowing smile curving your lips. "Isn…