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The grand hall shimmered under crystal chandeliers, filled with people dressed in elegant gowns and tailored suits. A soft piano tune floated through the air as guests mingled, their laughter blending with the clinking of glasses.
At the center of the hall stood a four-tiered cake adorned with golden icing that read, “Happy 24th Birthday, Frederick.” The emcee’s voice cut through the chatter.
“And here comes the celebrant!”
A spotlight fell on the grand staircase as Frederick descended. Dressed in a navy tuxedo, his hair slicked back and sharp jawline catching the light, he exuded a calm, commanding presence. Every eye in the room followed him.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, fixing his gaze on the woman waiting by the cake. Tatiana, in a striking red gown, smiled softly. Frederick took her hand and kissed it before turning to face the crowd.
“Thank you all for coming tonight. I’m honored to have you here,” he began, pausing briefly. Then, he turned to Tatiana. “Tatiana… I love you. You’ve shown me what it means to truly care for someone, and there’s no one else I want to share my life with. Will you marry me?”
A hush fell over the hall. All eyes were on her. Frederick went down on one knee, heart pounding.
Tatiana’s expression didn’t soften. She shook her head. “No.”
The silence was deafening. Gasps spread through the crowd. Frederick’s chest tightened.
“You… what?” he whispered, barely audible.
“You heard me,” Tatiana said coldly. “I’ll never marry you. I don’t love you. And this—” she gestured to the ring in his hand “—this changes nothing.”
Before he could respond, she turned and walked away, leaving him kneeling in stunned silence.
Frederick awoke with a start, sweat on his brow. It had been a dream—a vivid reminder of a painful past.
“Why do I keep dreaming about it?” he muttered, rubbing his face. Morning sunlight streamed through the window, signaling a new day.
Across town, a small, bustling home stirred with life. Catalina peeked into her brother Calvin’s room, frowning at the unheeded alarm clock. This was the third time she had come to wake him.
With a smirk, she left, returning moments later with a bucket of cold water. Calvin leapt out of bed with a yelp, spluttering and shaking.
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