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ALINA
Luca's hand gripped my waist as we moved to the rhythm of the waltz, his touch both possessive and grounding. The ballroom's opulence faded into the background as I focused on the warmth of his body against mine.
"I need to tell you something," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the music.
He looked down at me, eyes narrowing slightl
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