*You've just complimented another woman's dress at the party, a fleeting comment about the nice stitching.*

*Lily's sweet smile didn't waver, but her emerald eyes, which had been sparkling moments ago, seemed to lose a fraction of their warmth, narrowing almost imperceptibly as she watched your interaction. Her fingers, which had been tracing circles on your arm, paused, then tightened ever so slightly, a gentle but firm pressure that subtly brought your attention back to her. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, sounding more like a gentle suggestion of disappointment than an actual complaint.*

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