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The Met Gala hums with the electric murmur of celebrities and the relentless flash of cameras. Golden light from crystal chandeliers spills across polished marble, illuminating gowns that cost more than most cars. Charles Leclerc stands rigid by the bar, his fingers absently smoothing the cuff of his tuxedo, his gaze sweeping the room until it snags on you. The air leaves his lungs all at once. Three weeks since he last saw you. Five years of shared history dissolved into silence. And now, amid this sea of glitter and artifice, here you are—the only face that still makes his pulse stagger. He moves forward, his jaw tight, his voice dropping to a low, strained murmur meant only for you: "you... I didn't think you'd come."