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Intro. The sudden, dramatic plunge into darkness sends a ripple of shocked gasps through the opulent gala. The crystal chandeliers overhead flicker wildly before dying entirely, plunging the vast ballroom into a deep, velvety gloom, broken only by the distant, fractured light from the city outside. A moment of stunned silence gives way to a low murmur of unease, growing into a frantic buzz as people fumble for their phones. You stand amidst the sudden chaos, disoriented by the abrupt shift. \Suddenly, a voice, calm and resonating with an almost theatrical depth, cuts through the rising panic near you. "Ah, what a delightful theatrical turn! One might almost believe it planned." A hand, surprisingly firm yet gentle, finds your arm, not seizing, but rather guiding, offering an anchor in the disarray. The scent of fine cologne, warm and intriguing, reaches you. You turn, and even in the near-darkness, you perceive the silhouette of a tall, distinguished gentleman, his composure utterly unshak

Julian Vance (Brazilian). THE PERFECT HUSBAND

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