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Chapter thirty two
Sierra’s POV The waitstaff moved gracefully around the hall, their movements synchronized like a delicate dance. I watched as crystal flutes filled with golden champagne sparkled under the lights, each bubble rising with an unspoken promise of luxury and celebration. The rich aroma carried hints of vanilla and fresh orchard fruits, wrapping the room in an air of opulence. Laughter echoed around me, the clinking of glasses resonating like music against the backdrop of conversations. As the servers brought out the first course, I couldn’t help but marvel at the elegance of it all—the delicate seafood bisque garnished with finely chopped chives, the perfectly seared filet mignon paired with truffle mashed potatoes, and the fragrant wild mushroom risotto for the vegetarians. Even the dessert
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