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Later that night, after Gigi and Skylar dropped me off with warm hugs and promises to text about dresses for Snow Ball, the mansion felt oddly quiet yet overwhelming. On the drive home, their laughter filled the car, and holiday lights whizzed past the windows in colorful streaks. But as soon as I walked through the front door, the warmth of their company evaporated, leaving me alone with the heaviness of unspoken thoughts.
When I got to the dining room, dinner was already laid out—an elegant, understated setup that had become the norm in this house. Crystal glasses sparkled in the chandelier light, silverware gleamed, and the aroma of rosemary and garlic wafted from the herb-crusted salmon.
