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... kground chatter of the dessert shop’s patio died instantly.
It wasn’t a slow hushing. It was sudden. Total. Complete. Like a conductor had abruptly cut off an orchestra mid-note.
Every head turned. Every conversation stopped. Every pair of eyes fixed on the two figures at the secluded corner table.
A wave of quiet, frantic murmurs immediately filled the void. Spreading like wildfire.
"Who is that guy?"
"Wait... is that Clara Lysandra? With a boy? Actually ...
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