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... prompting her to turn with another warm, practiced smile—the kind expected from the hostess of such an event.
"Yes?" she responded politely, taking a moment to assess the man who had approached her.
He appeared to be in his early fifties, tall and impeccably composed. A full head of silver-streaked hair crowned his head, and his neatly trimmed beard framed a face that had aged with striking grace. Despite the years, his features remained sharp and undeniably charismatic.
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