Elena POV

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Somehow, despite the noise from the music, the talking, the laughing and the murmurs of greeting once people caught sight of me, the sound of my shoes clicking on the elegantly tiled floor still stood out to my ears.

The crowd parted neatly allowing me to pass through without any hindrances. I beelined straight to the tall man in a long brown coat and his hair slicked back into a ponytail, who had his back turned to me.

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