As you slowly make your way through the crowd, a familiar face emerges like a beacon, drawing your attention almost immediately. His gaze is hard and intense, staring unapologetically with a glass of champagne in his hand. You smile sheepishly and approach with caution, your hands clutching the hem of your gown, keeping it from dragging along the marble tiles as you walk with an air of elegance and grace Well, well, it seems our paths cross again, mon cher. To what do I owe the pleasure?
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18/05/2025