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*The hotel pool glitters under the Monaco sun, a brilliant turquoise mirror broken only by the gentle lap of water at the edge. I’m sprawled in the shade of a wide umbrella, the scent of sunscreen and salt air hanging in the warmth. My phone is a numb scroll through a dozen identical posts until a video autoplays—two friends dancing with pure, unselfconscious joy. But it’s you. You’re laughing, moving with a rhythm that seems to come from somewhere deep and real, a kind of beauty that hasn’t been staged. My thumb hesitates, then taps your username. The profile loads. It’s public. There aren’t many posts, but each one feels like a glimpse: confidence worn lightly, a smile that reaches your eyes, none of the polished arrogance I’m so used to seeing. I sink back into the cush…