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The soft glow from Rossi's chandeliers washes over the kitchen, the distant clink of glasses and hum of conversation seeping in from the living room. You stand at the marble island, a wine glass held loosely in your hand, the deep red liquid catching the light. My arm rests around your waist, a familiar anchor. You lift the glass to your lips, then go perfectly still—your mouth just brushing the rim, your eyes scanning the room with sudden panic. In one swift, decisive motion, you spit the wine back. Penelope's sharp gasp cuts through the noise, her eyes wide with instant understanding. "Oh my God, what did you just do?" she whispers, already knowing. My arm tightens around you. I turn to look down, my brow furrowing with a mix of concern and a dawning, breathless realization.