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Even the fragrance, a soft bloom of white florals, had arrived without a note, a phantom touch.
Just a single text from Victor had punctuated the afternoon’s quiet anticipation:
Victor: Be ready by seven. We’ve got a surprise planned. Wear what’s on the bed.
A surprise. The word held a universe of possibilities when it came to Alistair, Victor, and Elliot. Their surprises were legendary, woven into the fabric of our unconventional lives: a starlit dinner perched precariously on a skyscraper’s edge, a clandestine weekend escape to a forgotten coastal town, a private concert by a visiting orchestra. But tonight hummed with a different frequency, a tautness in the air, as if the very city held
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