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... r rippled, catching the glow of lanterns overhead as guest after guest stepped on the dance floor.
Their laughter carried, blending with the low hum of strings, until the air itself seemed drunk on revelry.
Autumn stood at the edge, glass in hand, watching. The wine was dark, nearly black, and it trembled as she tilted it to her lips.
She told herself it was the music making her pulse trip.
Then she saw him... walking clumsily back to the dance rink.
He mo ...
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