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Chapter 71

Author: Abisola Janet
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-23 23:59:27
Alessandro’s POV

The hall was finally empty.

The last guest had gone, and with them went the noise, the applause, the polite laughter that filled the evening like smoke. What remained was the faint scent of roses and wax, a room caught between splendor and ruin.

Amara had told the servants to leave the cleaning until morning. That was new. No one ever questioned the unspoken rules of this house — that work must be done, that perfection must never rest. Yet when she said it, something in her tone made even Damian stop and look to me for permission. I have a single nod. He bowed slightly and led the servants out, leaving us in the stillness of the grand hall.

For the first time that night, there was silence.

She walked to the table, uncorked a bottle of wine, and poured it with a precision that caught me off guard — the kind of motion that belonged to someone who had done it a thousand times before me.

When I asked how she’d learned it, she smiled faintly and said she use
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