YULIABy Saturday night, I was already questioning why I'd agreed to attend.I stood in front of my mirror, taking one last look at myself in my black gown. The charity event was being held at The Dorchester, and Adeline had insisted I dress up because, according to her, “charity events are still social events, and you can't show up looking like you just left the office.” I had laughed when she said it, but now, standing in a fitted black dress with my hair falling loosely around my shoulders, I understood exactly what she meant.I grabbed my clutch and headed downstairs.A few minutes later, as I stepped into the event hall, I understood why Adeline had been so excited. The room was beautifully decorated with soft lights, tall floral arrangements, elegant tables, and photographs from the children's programmes the charity supported. It felt warm rather than overly formal, and for a moment, I was glad I'd come.“Yulia!”I spun around as Adeline marched toward me.She threw her arms
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