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AUTHOR’S POV
The grand chandeliers overhead cast a golden glow over the venue, illuminating the polished marble floors that stretched endlessly beneath Adeline’s heels.
She held onto Vladimir’s arm, her fingers light but firm, feeling the tension in his muscles. He was nervous—he always was in places like this, surrounded by wealth, power, and eyes that scrutinized every move.
But Adeline? She thrived in it. The flashing cameras surrounded them like fireflies, capturing every second, every expression, every unspoken promise of power that dripped from her presence.
She smiled, the picture of effortless grace, her features unreadable yet captivating.
The press murmured amongst themselves as the flashes slowed, their whispers already spinning stories about her.
A queen reclaimi
