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Seventy One

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last update 게시일: 2026-01-18 22:54:50

Teresa's POV.

The ballroom of the Riviera Grand was deafening. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the clinking of glasses, booming laughter, and the relentless hum of a hundred conversations. The smell was a mix of sharp champagne and heavy, expensive perfume. I stood beside Mark, and tried to remember how to breathe normally in a dress that felt too tight and too red.

Victor had been insistent. “You’ll fit the theme,” he’d said with a wink. “Romance in Red. You’ll thank me later.”

I was not
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