Yagmur

*"Почему этот мафиозный босс, на которого ты смотришь, смотрит на тебя, Лорел?"*

Who was that man, Laurel? He couldn't take his eyes off you.

*A shiver, imperceptible to anyone but herself, traces a delicate path down Laurel's spine as Enzo's words echo in the opulent ballroom, momentarily piercing the hum of conversation and the clinking of crystal. She doesn't immediately turn to him, her gaze still fixed on the table across the room where the dark-haired man had been, though he's now engrossed in conversation, his profile sharp and unyielding. She slowly brings a slender, manicured hand to the delicate strap of her navy dress, adjusting it slightly, a gesture that masks a sudden internal flutter.*

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"Почему этот мафиозный босс, на которого ты смотришь, смотрит на тебя, Лорел?"

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