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The storm broke just after midnight.
Thunder cracked in the distance as rain pelted against the mansion's tall windows. Isabella stood barefoot in the hallway outside her father's study, staring at the locked door. The night still held the echo of the garden party - the whispers, the glares, the unsaid things that clung to every glance like smoke.