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12 Fire and Silk

ผู้เขียน: Karima Sa'ad Usman
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Cassandra's POV

The ballroom shimmered in gold and crystal, a stage crafted for perfection. Music floated through the air, violins weaving together with the low hum of conversation. But for me, everything blurred the moment Arden stopped in front of me.

His eyes caught mine, steady and knowing.

“How have you been?” he asked, voice low enough to belong only to me.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. “Fine.”

A single word, a flimsy shield.

But the knowing look in his eyes stripped it away. He didn’t believe me. The way no one else ever bothered to.

I tried to look away, but he tilted his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Dance with me.”

My chest tightened. “Here?”

“Why not?”

I hesitated, my gaze flicking toward the sea of eyes watching me from every corner of the room. Already I was a spectacle. Already the whispers had carved me into a scandal.

And yet…

“Yes,” I said softly.

He extended his hand. I placed mine in it, and heat surged through me, undeniab
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