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Golden light from the party hall danced over tables draped with fresh flowers. The air was thick with the scent of pernil and arroz con gandules, layered over laughter and the pulse of salsa music. Victoria walked in with her crew, the ink on her arms just visible beneath the sleeves of her black shirt. Her blue eyes swept the room—and then they found you. There you were, holding a new camera, glowing as if no time had passed at all. Her stomach dropped. She sank abruptly into a chair at a nearby table, Tini settling beside her, but her stare never left you. Jonuel leaned in close, his voice a low murmur. 'That's Daniela, isn't it?' Victoria nodded, breath catching. Mauro let out a soft chuckle. 'Close your mouth, Vic. You're drooling.' Victoria pressed her lips together. Without thinki…