I stood at the bar, my fingers absently swirling the contents of my drink. The buzz of the event, the laughter, the clinking of glasses, all seemed distant to me. I had been dragged here by Katy—again. While she thrived in this world, surrounded by designers, models, and critics, I felt like a fish out of water. I was a writer, a man who preferred the quiet hum of my thoughts, not the noise of high society.Kathy was beside me, with her eyes scanning the crowd as she sipped her champagne, clearly in her element. She was dressed to impress, as always, effortlessly catching the attention of anyone who happened to look her way.Kathy: “Richard, look over there.”She nodded subtly toward a figure across the room. I followed her gaze, and immediately, my attention was pulled to Haze. Standing tall in her celestial-blue gown, Haze drew every eye in the room. It wasn’t just the dress—it was the way she carried herself, confident y
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