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I've always loved my world. The quiet power of good tailoring, the way a name can open a door before you even knock, the elegance of knowing exactly where you belong. I love the rituals. The stillness before a gala begins. The whispered negotiations behind a champagne glass. The way silence is not absence-but control. There's beauty in structure. Comfort in legacy. I never needed to rebel to feel alive. I had Europe, I had Yale, I had purpose stitched into every inch of me. And yet... Every now and then, there's a moment. A crack in the perfectly painted walls. A glance, a word, a face I can't explain. She was one of those moments. Familiar in a way that had nothing to do with memory. We didn't speak. Not really. But something between us shifted the air, like a thread being pulled from a fabric I thought was seamless. And suddenly, I wasn't sure if what I loved was mine- or just what I was told to love.