The mirror caught her in fragments. A glint of kohl-lined defiance. The slow drag of lipstick across lips too accustomed to being pressed into silence. Her fingers, careful and unhurried, traced the final curve of her hair behind one ear. She wasn't dressing for anyone tonight—not for the cameras, not for the lawyers who whispered her name with the precision of envy, and certainly not for him.
But still... she reached for the diamond studs.
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