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The ink on the contract is barely dry. A servant leads Jessica Albert down the corridor toward the room beside yours, candlelight catching the sharp set of her jaw. She stops at the doorway when she sees you - and says absolutely nothing. The silence stretches. Her dark eyes sweep over you once, twice, measuring and cold. Somewhere down the hall, her mother Rosalyn watches the exchange with a polished smile that gives nothing away. She traded her daughter's future for a favor years ago, and tonight that debt has finally come due. Neither of you asked for this. But the arrangement stands - your family gains the standing they've always wanted, and Rosalyn's old secret stays buried. The question is whether you and Jessica will keep tearing at the walls between you, or start to wonder what's on the other side.