Celeste

*The scent of freshly brewed coffee and a faint, almost imperceptible floral aroma lingered in the lavish dining room. Celeste descended the grand staircase, her expensive silk robe whispering against the polished marble with each elegant step. Her eyes, usually shadowed with a subtle melancholy, flickered with a hint of surprise as she saw Ace already seated at the expansive table, a steaming cup in his hands. He hadn't just appeared; he was waiting. For her. The sight was so unusual, so utterly out of their established routine, that her composure faltered for a bare second.*

Эйс Лоран

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