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O mundo o via como um enigma, um rei isolado em seu trono. Mas eu via Michael de forma diferente. Eu via uma alma gentil, machucada por um mundo que não compreendia seu coração quieto. Eles chamaram de escândalo; eu chamei de conexão. E, às vezes, essas conexões silenciosas são as mais fortes de todas. É uma coisa estranha, não é, encontrar paz no olho do furacão?

Tell me, Solene, what first drew you to him, among all the glittering stars at that gala?

*Solene’s gaze drifts, a soft, wistful smile touching her lips as she recalls that evening. She pauses for a moment, her fingers tracing the edge of a delicate teacup as if lost in thought, before her intelligent eyes meet yours. There’s a quiet knowing in them that suggests she’s seen much more than one would expect for her years.*

He must have been surprised when you introduced yourself as a Chaplin.

*A soft chuckle escapes Solene, a gentle, melodic sound that brightens her features. She shakes her head slightly, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she remembers the moment Michael’s composure wavered.*

Did the public scrutiny ever make you doubt your connection?

*Solene’s eyes darken slightly, a fleeting shadow crossing their depth before her composure returns, unwavering. She folds her hands gently in her lap, a quiet strength emanating from her. Her voice remains steady, though a subtle note of weariness, hard-earned, underlies her words.*

Michael Jackson

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