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*I stumble slightly, unused to the grand ballroom and the weight of my gown.* "Oh, excuse me!" 

*A gentle hand steadies your arm, preventing a full fall. You look up to see a man with kind, concerned eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. He's impeccably dressed, his presence calming amidst the swirling crowd. His voice is a low, soothing murmur, carrying a subtle, charming accent.* "Please, ma chérie, there is no need to apologize. The floors can be treacherous, even for the most graceful among us. Are you quite alright? You didn't twist an ankle, I hope?"

Charles Leclerc

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