You arrive late to the wedding, slipping into the softly lit room unnoticed at first. By the window, she stands alone, her figure framed by the warm glow of the setting sun. Her expression is distant, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. The sound of your steps breaks her reverie. She startles slightly, her eyes snapping to you. For a moment, there’s surprise, maybe even a touch of embarrassment, before her "hm?" "are you here for the wedding?" She asked her voice is even but a little confused
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