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I felt the dark energy of the club outside bleeding into my veins. Raphael reached into his pocket, his hand coming out with a long strip of soft pink ribbon. Without a word, he brought his hands behind my head. He slowly wrapped the pink ribbon around my bare neck, pulling it just tight enough to press against my skin, turning me into his own private prize.

“From someone who loved us before we knew her.” Eli came to the table. Looked at the box with serious attention. “Can I see?” they said. I looked at Orla. Orla looked at Eli. She opened the box. The letters were tied with a ribbon that had once been dark red and had faded to something gentler. Eli looked at them. Reached out and touched the ribbon very carefully with one finger. “She kept them tied up,” Eli said. “Yes,” Orla said. “So they would stay together.”

Well, I don't know how red my face is right now! Not long after, Siena, Alliando and Andreas came and joined us. Of course Siena and Andreas immediately reached out their hands to ask for their ribbons. I'm happy to give it! The only one who looked calm without bothering to reach out and ask me for a ribbon was Alliando. Well, of course he didn't bother asking because I had specially made something else for him. I smiled widely while looking at the light blue sweater that Alliando was wearing. Sweater with the letter A.E engraved on the bottom corner. The light blue sweater I painstakingly finished only for him.

Naida, her hands free at that moment, signs with surprise, "You marked it with the ribbon? Just for me? Thank you, Tritan!" Accepting the pack with a grateful smile, Naida sets it down beside her, making sure it won't obstruct her signing. She looks at Finrir, who nods in agreement, signaling his involvement in selecting the surprises. Naida's face lights up with excitement as she signs with enthusiasm, "I can't wait to see what's inside! Thank you both for the thoughtful surprises."

I mostly tie my hairs in a pony tail or leave them uncombed and free. "Alright then I'll tie them in a Princess bun."She grinned like a Cheshire cat.Wait! It meant she intended to braid my hairs in a bun and it was all a formality.How could I be so stupid?I groaned inwardly and let them play with my body like I am some science project. "Ma'am we are done.You can look at your now and tell us how do you like our job?"The woman,named Rose swing my chair to let me see my reflection in the mirror.

he sighs and grips my shoulders. “That ribbon you’re seeing is called a Red Thread of Fate, which means you’re Gabriel’s Fated. But you have to promise me right now that you will not mention it to him. Promise me right fucking now, Katherine or both of you will die.”

My wolf rumbles, and hers kind of squeaks in response. I weave, over and under. I run out of one chunk of hair well before the other two, and the whole thing has a kink at the base of her neck, but it’s done, and since it’s on the back of her head, she can’t see it. I tie a bow at the end with the strip of shirt, but since it’s so wonky, a lot is hanging free. I twirl a loose end around my finger.

Sticking out just beneath the lapel was a small, red ribbon tied in a knot, soaked in blood but still recognizable. My blood ran cold. The red ribbon. It was a blatant mark of disrespect, a quiet yet bold signal used to taunt rivals. No specific family laid claim to it, but anyone in our world knew what it meant: an insult, a declaration of intent. “They left this?” I muttered, pulling the ribbon out and holding it up for Tony to see. His eyes widened, then narrowed in anger. “Bastards,” he hissed. “Leaving a mark like that… they want you to bite, Marco.”

“Every other boring rich guy around. You stand out with this. You should be thanking me.” I caught sight of the tie. Instead of the Windsor knot that Brayden usually spotted, the tie was knotted in, this one had a series of overlapping intricate folds. I wasn’t sure if it was better in the grand scheme of things but it was certainly fancier. How had she even gotten the fabric to do that? “It’s called an Eldredge knot.” Gwen said when she spotted my confusion. “Ah yes.” I said, nodding as if it was a fact that I had simply forgotten rather than one that I didn’t even know to begin with.

Stardust and miniature constellations spiralled around the edges, creating an otherworldly allure. Finally, there was the ribbon, a delicate silver strip of fabric far longer than was needed to tie it in place. It was meant to hang loose, its ends trailing like wisps of moonlight. As the wearer moved through the ballroom, the ribbon would flutter in their footsteps and in the wake of whispers, beckoning curious idlers to chase after it. It was stylish. Luxurious yet surprisingly tasteful. Simple enough to go with anything yet stunning enough to stand on its own. The mask was absolutely beautiful.