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... et, holding me gently by the elbow. Heads turned and I felt a million eyes on me.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, my teeth clenched.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he took my hand and led me to the middle of the room, where the chandelier lit us up in gold. Each movement was fluid yet curated—like I was a dancer on a thin rope.
Behind the mirrored stand next to the auctioneer stood a white-gloved waiter, as still and beautiful as a statue, a smooth box already waiting like ...
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