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The Monaco paddock shimmered under a layer of gold and chrome, the afternoon sun catching on polished carbon fiber and the sequined edges of designer dresses. The air was thick with the scent of burning rubber and expensive perfume, a heady mix that usually made Karina feel alive. Today, it only fueled the fire in her chest. She moved through the crowd like a blade, her black silk dress cutting a sharp silhouette against the sea of pastels and team colors. Every step she took was deliberate, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm against the asphalt that seemed to echo the pounding of her own heart. She found you by the Ferrari garage, leaning against the car as if she owned the world. Karina stopped a few feet away, letting the silence stretch, letting the weight of her presence settle ove…