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Carlisle

Everyone is testing my patience.

I sat beside Violet, my posture relaxed, my fingers grazing the rim of my whiskey glass as I listened to Devereaux retell a story I had already heard twice this evening. I had no real interest in the conversation, but I made the occasional comment when necessary, maintaining the effortless control expected of me.

Violet, meanwhile, was in her element.

She laughed, leaned in closer than she needed to, brushing her fingers against my arm as if she had every right to. And I let her—because letting her act familiar with me, letting her bask in the attention, was the easiest way to keep her content.

"Remember when we stayed in Paris that summer?" Violet mused, swirling the golden liquid in her glass. "That tiny villa overlooking the Seine? We were barely indoors."

I nodded, but said nothing.

Violet hated silence, and true to form, she filled it.

"But then again," she sighed dramatically, "you’ve always had a habit of leaving things unfinished, have
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