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I took a deep breath, smoothing the silky fabric of my short black dress as I stepped into the restaurant.
The grand space was bathed in a golden glow from the chandelier hanging high above, casting a warm shimmer over the polished wooden floors. A short sigh of nervousness escaped my lips and I shrugged of all the weird thoughts coming in my mind.
I was feeling nervous for no reason but I could not help thinking about coming face to face with my brother, just yet.
The low hum of conversation filled the air, blending with the soft clinking of glasses and the faint notes of a classical melody playing in the background.
The scent of expensive wine and exotic spices swirled around me, heightening the sense of luxury that permeated the place.
I scolded myself mentally
