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The night was supposed to be perfect. At least, that was what Amelia Evans kept telling herself as she stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the silver dress her sister had insisted she wear.

The dress clung too much for her taste, outlining curves she usually hid under loose sweaters. Serena had chosen it with a careless smile and a cutting remark: "You can't show up to my engagement party looking like a wallflower, Amelia. People will think we're not even related."

The words stung, but Amelia swallowed them, just as she always did. Serena was dazzling-golden hair, bright blue eyes, and the kind of confidence that drew every eye in the room. Amelia, the younger sister, was softer, quieter, always a shadow behind Serena's.

But tonight wasn't about her. It was Serena's engagement party-Serena's chance to shine, to show off her victory. And the prize? Adrian Knight. The billionaire whispered about in every social circle. Ruthless. Untouchable. Powerful. And now-Serena's fiancé.

Amelia told herself she was only here to clap, smile politely, and disappear into the background.

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The ballroom glittered with chandeliers, polished marble, and laughter sharpened by champagne. Waiters weaved between the guests with trays of crystal glasses, and the orchestra's music filled the room.

Everywhere Amelia looked, people sparkled-expensive gowns, diamonds catching the light, perfect smiles that hid sharper truths. She tugged at her dress, wishing she could melt into the wall.

Her sister glowed in the center of it all, clinging to Adrian's arm like a jewel she had claimed. Serena's golden gown shimmered with every turn, her laughter pitched just high enough for everyone to notice.

Adrian stood tall beside her, broad-shouldered in his tailored suit, impossibly handsome. Even when Serena leaned against him, even when she kissed his cheek for attention, he did not soften.

Amelia tried not to stare. Tried to remind herself she had no right. But when his gaze shifted and locked on hers, her heart jolted so violently she almost dropped her glass.

For a suspended second, the air between them thickened. "His eyes were sharper, staring at her intensively, cool steel hiding something darker. It made her heart race in a way that scared her.

"Her cheeks flushed with shame. as she averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes."

She drifted through the crowd like a ghost, answering polite questions from people who only half-listened. "And you're the younger one, yes?" they said, before their eyes slid past her, back to Serena.

Near the dessert table, Amelia caught a hissed whisper: "She's pretty enough, but nothing compared to Serena. Imagine being the sister-it must be awful."

Her throat tightened. She set her untouched champagne on the tray of a passing waiter and slipped away.

The balcony was quiet. Cool night air wrapped around her, lifting the weight pressing on her chest. She leaned on the railing, letting her eyes close as the city stretched below, alive with lights and rushing traffic. Out here, she could