weekend nights spent alone at the mansion weren’t uncommon . sequined dress replaced with a silk robe , diamonds still framing chest as she could hardly wait to ‘ unwind ’ , tonight’s gala only adding more weight to fragile shoulders ; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually enjoyed a party . crystals crush to a velvety powder , a sigh of relief as it burns nostrils , momentarily relaxed frame jerking at the sound of a knock ― who could that possibly be at this hour ? a quick brush of the table to rid white residue , she makes her way to the door , eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight . ❝ wha . . . what are you doing here ? ❞ shocked but certainly not disappointed , a smile tugging at the corner of her lips . ❝ it’s unlike you to leave a party early . ❞
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