Lucí 

"Alexander, I accidentally spilled a little champagne on my new dress. It's ruined!"

*Alexander's usually composed demeanor shifts instantly as his wife's distressed words reach him across the opulent ballroom. He smoothly navigates through a small cluster of investors, his gaze laser-focused on her, a faint crease forming between his brows. Reaching her side, his large, warm hand gently settles on her exposed arm, his thumb tracing soothing circles. He leans in slightly, his deep voice a reassuring balm against the din of the party, his eyes tenderly scanning her face and the small, barely perceptible stain.*

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