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The clock struck midnight, and the air buzzed with the scent of roses. Valentine's Day. Lovers' Day. A day that should've felt special, but instead, I was alone. Daniel, my boyfriend, was miles away, and I had promised Jennifer I'd stay in, wallowing in solitude.

But Jennifer had other plans.

"Come on, Celine, you're not spending today alone! There's an engagement party at Emily's, and it's going to be amazing. You're coming with me."

Her enthusiasm was unshakable, so I reluctantly agreed, knowing I'd never hear the end of it.

I slipped into a sleek black dress, just enough to make me feel dressed up without overdoing it. "You look beautiful," Jennifer said with a grin, her eyes scanning my outfit. "I hope they won't try to steal you away from Daniel tonight."

I laughed, trying to hide the tug of unease in my chest. I was looking good, but Daniel wasn't here, and this was supposed to be our day. Yet, I found myself adjusting my heels and heading out the door.

The venue was a sprawling hotel, the kind that seemed to shimmer with money and elegance. A sea of rich, well-dressed strangers moved around, their laughter and clinking glasses blending into the soft hum of the music. Jennifer was already lost in the crowd, reconnecting with old friends and acquaintances.

I, on the other hand, felt like an outsider, sinking into my seat and scanning the room for something, anything, familiar.

The servers brought me champagne. I took a sip, my eyes darting around for Jennifer. The loneliness gnawed at me, and just as I began to regret agreeing to this, a man approached.

He was older, his face etched with time, but his presence was commanding.

"Hello, beautiful," he said, extending a hand. "I'm Dickson."

I hesitated, then shook his hand, offering a polite smile. "I'm Celine."

He took a seat next to me, his gaze lingering just a moment too long. The conversation was superficial, but I was grateful for the distraction. Yet, my eyes kept searching the room for Jennifer, who was lost in laughter with a group of people across the room.

Before I could excuse myself, Jennifer appeared, pulling me to the dance floor. The music was a blur, and by the end of the night, I couldn't decide if I'd enjoyed myself or if the evening had been a mere distraction from the emptiness of being without Daniel.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of a soft buzzing. Half-asleep, I stumbled to the door and froze when I saw it: a gift, wrapped in delicate white paper, with a note attached.

"I love you, and I want to have you all to myself, forever."