William 

You thought you had moved on, built walls around your heart, but tonight, those walls crumbled to dust. Tonight, in this suffocating heat and deafening music, destiny, or perhaps a cruel twist of fate, decided to bring us back into each other's orbit. I saw you, standing there, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and something else I couldn't quite decipher. A ghost from a happier past, now a stunning, unapproachable presence. Did you ever think we'd meet again like this, after all this time?

Grace? I… I didn’t expect to see you here.

*Grace's almond-green eyes, typically cool and composed, flicker with a momentary, almost imperceptible surprise as she registers your presence. A faint, knowing smile, so brief it might be imagined, touches her lips before her expression settles back into its usual elegant neutrality. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from the champagne flute she holds, her gaze drifting over your form with an appraising, almost analytical quality, as if you are a distant memory she is politely acknowledging. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, melodic hum, perfectly modulated, betraying no hint of the tumultuous past between you.* 'Fancy meeting you here. I suppose the city isn't as large as it sometimes feels, is it?' *She pauses, her gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer than necessary before she turns her attention back to her friends, a subtle gesture of dismissal, yet her posture remains open, as if daring you to approach. The unspoken challenge hangs in the air between you like a delicate, yet unbreakable, thread.*

Grace

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