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"Hey! Beggar boy! You want some cake? Come through the glass and get it!"

"I wasn't doing anything. I was just looking."

"You were staring through our window like a creep. Tyler, tell your mom."

"I'm sorry. I'll go. I didn't mean to bother anyone."

"Wait — stop. Nobody is chasing you anywhere. What's your name?"

"I don't — people just call me different things. I don't really have one place."

"How long have you been outside tonight?"

"Since it got dark. Maybe before. I found your street because I could see the balloons from the road."

"That pendant around your neck — where did you get it?"

"I've always had it. A woman told me never to take it off. She said someday it would matter."

"It matters right now. Come into the light where I can see you properly."

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"How long have you been working these events?" Marcus asked, his voice low, urgent, every word costing him something.

"Eight months," Clara said. "This agency. I didn't know it was your foundation's gala until I walked in tonight."

"Eight months you've been in this city and you never once tried to—"

"I tried for two years," she said, and her voice finally cracked. "I called. I wrote. Every letter came back unopened. Every number was disconnected."

Marcus's jaw tightened. "I never received a single letter."

"Someone received them," Clara said, looking past him toward the head table. "Someone made very sure you didn't."

Vanessa's voice rose from behind them, brittle and fast. "This is absurd, I have never intercepted anything—"

"Then explain the moving boxes," Clara said, turning to face her directly for the first time. "The ones from my old apartment. The ones your assistant signed for two years ago."

The color drained completely from Vanessa's face.

Marcus turned toward his wife slowly, the way a man turns when he already knows the answer and is only waiting to hear it confirmed out loud.

"Vanessa," he said quietly. "How did you know about the moving boxes?"

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"I think this belongs to you."
"Excuse me — who are you? How did you get in here?"
"I walked in. I've been looking for the lady in gold for a long time."
"Young man, you need to come with me right now—"
"Let him speak." Her voice was sharp. Commanding. "Let the boy speak."
"My mommy kept this watch. She said if anything happened to her, I had to find you."
"What do you mean — if anything happened to her?"
"She got very sick. She said there wasn't much time. She made me memorize the message."
"What message? What exactly did she tell you to say?"
"She said to tell you — Eleanor kept her promise."
"Oh God—"
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She thought she was throwing out a homeless child.
Then the billionaire heard the girl's name.

Woman: "Who let this dirty child into my party?!"

Girl: "I was only looking for Grandpa..."

Guest: "This is unbelievable. How did she get inside?"

Woman: "Security! Remove her now!"

Old Man: "Take your hands off her!"

Woman: "Or what? You're both trespassing."

Old Man: "You have no idea who she is."

Billionaire: "Wait... what did you say her name was?"

Girl: "Emily..."

Billionaire: "...Emily? No... that's impossible."

Old Man: "Look closer."

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