Bitter Champagne

The car pulled into the underground garage. Smooth. Silent. The driver opening doors. Security checking perimeters. Staff waiting.

Sylvie stepped out. Still wearing the emerald dress. Still carrying the weight of tonight. Of seeing them. Of saying those words. Of walking away.

Inside the house. Lights on. Warm. Welcoming.

Hazel appeared. Taking coats. Offering drinks. Efficient. Professional.

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