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... g steam, enveloping Amalia’s face in a soft haze, blurring her features with an ethereal, almost otherworldly grace.
"If my sister still doesn’t understand my feelings, then I’ll express them in another way..."
Beneath the table, two delicate, silk-clad ankles tightened, entwining firmly around Astrid’s long, smooth legs like polished obsidian. The tip of her loafer tapped faintly against the table leg, a nearly inaudible sound, unnoticed and unimportant to anyone else.
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