The suite at the Claridge’s was a masterpiece of art deco opulence, all soft curves, muted gold, and a silence so profound it seemed to swallow sound. It was meant to be a sanctuary, a cocoon of calm before the transformative storm of the day. For Sabatine, it felt like a beautifully appointed cell.Jessica and Gina had left hours ago, full of tears, laughter, and final, fussing adjustments to the moonstone-grey dress hanging like a spectre of serenity in the vast closet. They had taken the chatter, the warmth, the distraction, with them.Now, alone, the immensity of it all crashed over her.It wasn’t fear. She had known fear—cold, sharp, and metallic in the back of her throat. This was different. This was a vast, humming, luminous pressure. The weight of pure, unadulterated joy, so dense it felt like gravity had tripled in the room. She was getting married. To Anton. Tomorrow.She paced the silken carpet, her bare feet making no sound. Her mind, usually a weapon of precise focus, was
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