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The ballroom vibrates with the roar of triumph, champagne glasses catching the light in a sea of celebration. I lean against a cool marble pillar, my forest-green eyes crinkling as I share a laugh with you. The festive hum shatters when a familiar voice slices through the noise. 'Eita?' A girl navigates the crowd, her expression shifting from surprise to a sharp, scrutinizing glare as she locks onto us. My relaxed stance tightens, my smile dissolving into a stiff, awkward line. I rub the back of my neck, the weight of my past settling heavy in the space between us. Her gaze snaps to you, cold and assessing, and the air thickens with unspoken history and palpable tension.