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... filtered through frosted glass panels that cast everything in muted tones.
The thick curtain fell back into place behind them with a whisper of fabric, sealing them into an intimate bubble where the sounds of the lingerie store—soft classical music, faint chatter, the metallic click of hangers—became a distant murmur, like the world outside had receded.
Yuna stood with her back against the full-length mirror, clutching the crimson and black lace set Hana had picked out. Her finge ...
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