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... silently watching her as the meal progressed. Alexia moved with a natural poise that belied her unpolished exterior. Every cut of her knife, every lift of her fork—precise, deliberate. Not a single movement was wasted, her actions reflecting a level of refinement I hadn’t expected.
She looked like a rich girl in a poor outfit, her hoodie and jeans doing nothing to diminish the quiet elegance she exuded. It wasn’t just her confidence; it was the way she handled herself, as though she’d b ...
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