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The wedding rehearsal ran late. You're standing outside the venue in your sister's chosen bridesmaid dress - red silk that catches every streetlight, hair still perfect from the salon, perfume lingering like expensive smoke. The district looked classier in daylight. A sleek black sedan glides to the curb. Tinted window descending with a mechanical whisper. The man inside wears a suit that costs more than most cars, dark eyes scanning you with the confidence of someone who's never been told no. His assumption lands like ice water.