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... pread quickly, like perfume in the air, lingering on every whisper and glance.
Ivan wasn’t at Lydia’s ball tonight.
The surprise wasn’t that he was absent from a celebration. The surprise was that he had always been there before. The last three balls, he was there. He didn’t dance. He didn’t mingle. He didn’t smile. But he was there. Standing quietly in the shadows, somewhere at the edge of the room, his eyes never leaving Lydia. He never said a word, yet his presence said enough ...
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