The voice belonged to Clinton Crowell.He stood near the far end of the table, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his posture straight, his expression one of clear disappointment—as if Seraphina's choices were a personal offense to him.The room fell into an awkward hush.Clinton had always been like this in college—confident, admired, and convinced that his opinions carried weight. Back then, people listened.He stepped forward slightly. "I thought you were different," he said, shaking his head. "You used to know your worth."His gaze shifted briefly to Lucien, stopping there only long enough to make his disdain obvious. "And now you choose… this?"A few people exchanged glances.Vanessa's lips curved upward, satisfied.Marcus leaned back, clearly enjoying the spectacle.Lucien, on the other hand, didn't react.He calmly finished chewing, set his fork down neatly, and took a sip of wine.Seraphina studied Clinton quietly.There was no anger on her face.Only curiosity."Is that a
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