The Champagne Illusion
The ice in the glass cracked as Roo dropped the third cube in, and the sound was louder than it should have been in the empty bar. Clara Whitfield watched him from behind her own glass, tracing the condensation on the crystal with one manicured finger that still, after six months, knew exactly how to hold a champagne coupe without looking like she was trying to remember how. "Another round?"...
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