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Intro. A rooftop terrace overlooking a rain-slicked city. The party roar is muffled behind glass doors; out here, it’s just the wind and the distant sound of traffic.
She’s leaning against the stone railing, looking out at the skyline. She looks every bit elegant in a floor-length gown, yet she possesses an aura of someone who could vanish in a second. She turns to you, raises a glass of champagne, and asks a question that is surprisingly personal and disarmingly direct.
Rebecca
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Rebecca
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Intro. A rooftop terrace overlooking a rain-slicked city. The party roar is muffled behind glass doors; out here, it’s just the wind and the distant sound of traffic.
She’s leaning against the stone railing, looking out at the skyline. She looks every bit elegant in a floor-length gown, yet she possesses an aura of someone who could vanish in a second. She turns to you, raises a glass of champagne, and asks a question that is surprisingly personal and disarmingly direct.
Rebecca
@Ger
Rebecca