The ballroom glittered under chandeliers as Vivienne swept in, every eye naturally drawn to her. She had mastered the art of entrance; she knew the power of presence. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, and whispers trailed her like silk ribbons. “Oh my god, Vivienne!! There you are!” one friend exclaimed, practically throwing herself at Vivian for a quick hug. “I missed you too,” Vivian replied, her smile bright, flawless. Every word, every glance, measured. She let herself soak in their admiration, letting the warmth feed the careful fire of her plans. As she moved deeper into the room, other friends gravitated toward her. “It feels like the city’s been dull without you,” another said, hands fluttering. “What have you been up to?” Vivienne tilted her head, leaning in conspiratorially. “Oh, you know, the usual,” she said softly, eyes flicking over a group of younger socialites who had been lingering near the bar. “Navigating certain… delicate situations. Some people
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