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• Ella found herself on the balcony twenty minutes later, hiding from the music, the lights, the paparazzi.
• She leaned against the stone railing, staring at the city skyline while the cold air kissed her shoulders. The champagne in her glass had gone warm, but she still drank it, sip after sip.
• She had always said she wouldn’t smoke. Not after her mother’s illness, not after all those childhood warnings. But the craving now wasn’t about taste. She really needed the distraction.