

The air in the grand hall was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of everything we had survived. I stood at the top of the stairs, the white silk of the dress shimmering like a flag of truce in a war that had finally ended.



The air in the grand hall was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of everything we had survived. I stood at the top of the stairs, the white silk of the dress shimmering like a flag of truce in a war that had finally ended.

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