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Eight

Author: Vivah_writes
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-14 20:52:34

The party went on.

Music pulsed through the mansion, laughter echoed against marble walls, and glasses clinked as guests lost themselves in the night. It was everything a celebration was supposed to be.

Alive, vibrant, intoxicating.

But for Isabella, it all felt distant.

Muted.

Like she was there, but not truly part of it.

Still, as the minutes passed and Don Lorenzo's presence disappeared from the main hall, retreating into the private depths of the mansion.

Isabella felt something loosen insi
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