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Victor's POV

A maid moved around with a bottle of wine in her hands, attending to anyone who needed a refill. I beckoned on her and she made her way towards me with a small smile which seemed forced. Forced or not, I don't give a fuck. All I need is some wine in my glass.

As I lifted my glass to my lips, the door fell open to a figure which seemed like I was looking at myself in the mirror.

Prince