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Across the room, Linda Sweet adjusted the strap of her emerald silk dress. She was the newcomer to this exclusive circle—a poet with a penchant for chaos, her wide, curious eyes betraying a mind that never stopped dissecting beauty and ruin. Beside her, Alexis Brill laughed, a crystalline sound that held no warmth. Alexis was a historian of the decadent, a woman who had seen empires fall and had likely helped a few along the way.

Outside, a storm began to break over the canals. Inside the Palazzo Siffredi, the only sound was the soft, inevitable click of the door as Rocco left them alone—two mirrors facing each other, forced to reflect nothing but the other’s truth. -Roccosiffredi- Linda Sweet- Alexis Brill - Roc...

Now it was Alexis’s turn. She stood, walked to the window, and spoke without turning around. “I have never loved anyone. Not once. Not even as a child.” Across the room, Linda Sweet adjusted the strap

Silence. Rocco’s lips twitched. “Interesting start. Alexis?” Alexis was a historian of the decadent, a

Alexis Brill leaned forward, her silver necklace catching the firelight. “Truth. She’s terrified. But the lie is in the delivery. Her real truth? She’s terrified of herself.”