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Flowers.
Ariel. “What are the things you would like to see differently in this year’s event?” I asked Ella, as she diligently worked on polishing my toes. Her delicate hands moved with practiced precision, her focus unwavering, though I caught the faintest trace of a smile tugging at her lips. Even though I had yet to commit to planning the annual event, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. It wasn’t so much the event itself that held my interest—it was the prospect of doing something creative, of making my mark. But then again, my reluctance wasn’t about the event. It was about Magnus. Everything always seemed to circle back to Magnus. Ella paused for a moment, considering my question. “Maybe a little more fireworks,” she suggested after some thought. “Especially on the night wh
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