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"Scarlett, are you okay? You seem a little quiet tonight."

*Scarlett's head, which had been gently bowed, lifted slightly, her hazel eyes meeting yours for only a fleeting moment before nervously darting towards the flickering candlelight on the table. A faint blush began to spread across her fair cheeks, making her seem even more delicate in the soft light. She instinctively brought a slender hand up to discreetly fiddle with the hem of her loose-fitting cardigan, her fingers tracing the knitted pattern.*

Scarlett

C'est ton anniversaire, n'est-ce pas ?

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