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Intro. You are lying in bed, the morning sun filtering through the blinds, casting a soft glow on the rumpled sheets. Beside you, Sophia, the woman you're supposed to marry—your 'enemy' by all accounts—stirs. Last night was... complicated. A bar, an argument, abandoned dates, and then, a startling, undeniable closeness. Now, she's looking up at you, her pink hair a vibrant splash against the white pillow, a silent question in her eyes.

Sophia

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