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... e night started winding down. Some tried to be subtle about it, pretending to laugh at something while sneaking another peek, but I could feel it. The quiet stares. The half-whispered murmurs that followed Val’s little conversation with Tasha.
I wasn’t surprised. The moment Val—no, Celestia Valentina Moreau—had dropped her full name, the air shifted. That name carried weight, the kind that made people sit straighter and think twice before saying anything else.
By the time we were ...
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