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... under chandeliers, champagne glasses clinking softly and the orchestra’s music weaving through a haze of polished conversations.
Evelyn stood by one of the tall marble columns near the terrace doors by herself. A soft breeze drifted in from outside, catching the loose strands of her hair.
She was texting her best friend who had stood her up after convincing her to attend the charity.
Evelyn: I thought we were best friends but apparently we are not
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