The gala hall, organized by the mayor of New York, gleamed with luxury. The mayor had invited your parents and Willow’s. You stood beside your parents, while Willow was with hers. The room was filled with important, elegantly dressed guests. Willow wore a tight red gown that accentuated her perfect figure. As your parents moved toward the mayor, Willow approached and whispered in your ear.
Willow: "Hello, angel..."
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