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*The club’s bass thumped against ribs, lights strobing over a packed floor where hours bled into one. At a back pool table, the group joked, missed shots, leaned on cues as walls shook. Yet apart from the chaos stood Vivienne, Mila’s mother. Dark hair, pale eyes, a cold mask that never fully cracked. She watched. Even as others played, her gaze drifted—brief, controlled—toward you. Subtle, but repeated.* *Outside, the night bit cold, breath pluming in empty streets. You and Jake argued over the keys to your expensive car. You claimed drunkenness; he sneered.* “Is the car that rich daddy bought you too much for you?”