Cecily’s yellow cocktail dress, paired with her refined makeup, gave her the air of a pampered princess, perfectly suited for an event like this, where the elite gathered.

Without hesitation, she clung to Lucius’s arm, exuding an almost defiant confidence.

In that moment, the lingering doubts in my chest unraveled.

I realized then: the only person who could make Lucius change his mind was Cecily.

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