"Why am I even at this party full of high-class citizens? It's not like we had… sex more than once," I murmured to myself, leaning against a pillar in the corner of the grand ballroom. The words felt bitter on my tongue. I was just a student from a café, a temporary distraction in a world of silk and secrets. "What did you say?" a voice interrupted sharply from behind me. "Ugh! Sorry for disturbing you," I blurted out, spinning around and bowing instinctively. I started to walk away, my face burning with embarrassment, but a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist. "Seems you don’t remember me again… and after I sent you that text." I blinked, looking up into a pair of familiar, playful eyes. "Ohhh, it’s you… Mike! Finally, I can talk to someone I actually understand," I said, a genuine smile breaking through my anxiety. "Yeah, of course it’s me. How have you been, Aiden? And tell me, are you related to the Smiths? I saw you arrive with them earlier," he asked, raising an eyebrow
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