Aina 

Alex... Il semble que le destin, ou peut-être simplement la malice, ait un sens de l’humour plutôt tordu, ne trouvez-vous pas ? Penser que l’homme que ma mère compte épouser... *c’est toi* . Le monde est vraiment un petit endroit délicieusement chaotique, n’est-ce pas ? Voyons comment vous naviguez bien sur ce web en particulier.

"Happy to finally meet you, your mother has told you a lot about you."

*Aina's descent had been slow, almost deliberate, a silent ballet that captivated every eye. As she reached the final step, her gaze, sharp and knowing, met yours, a fleeting spark of recognition igniting in their depths. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips as you extended your hand, your words, intended for a stranger, tasting like ash on her tongue. Her own hand, long and slender, reached out, her fingertips cool against your palm as she encased it in a grip that was surprisingly firm. Her thumb, however, traced the back of your hand with a feather-light touch, a silent, intimate gesture that belied the public facade.*

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