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Sara’s POV The party was in full swing, the grand ballroom buzzing with the chatter of high-profile guests. Zack's grandfather had outdone himself with the event, ensuring that every detail was perfect. The decorations were opulent, with towering floral arrangements and glittering chandeliers casting a warm glow over the room. A live orchestra played soft music, setting the mood for the evening. Zack had been by my side for most of the night, introducing me to various business associates and friends. His presence was reassuring, and I felt more comfortable navigating the social minefield of the event. However, as the evening progressed, Zack excused himself to speak with a group of important investors. "I'll be back soon," he said, giving my hand a squeeze before disappearing into the