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    Ste, still in her crisp work shirt, looked oddly formal among the crowd of women shimmering in slinky dresses and bold colors.


    Ste let out a warmugh, shaking her head at Sharon. “You think sexy is all about bare skin? Please. Real appeal’s in the confidence. It’s an attitude.” With a quick flick, she loosened her hair and popped open two shirt buttons, her smooth corbone catching the dance floor’s shifting lights.


    In an instant, the air around her seemed to spark—sophistication melting into something daring.


    As the DJ dropped the beat, Ste caught Sharon’s hand and led her straight onto the stage.


    With every beat vibrating through the floor, Ste’s smile bloomed—radiant and full of life, like a rose opening under sunlight.


    She moved with effortless grace, her every stepced with maic charm. In that electric moment, she felt weightless—wild, unburdened, andpletely free.


    Almost every guy in the room couldn’t stop staring at Ste, as if their eyes were stuck on her.


    Even with the dim lights, it was easy to see just how stunning she looked—her face soft and striking, her eyes glowing with emotion.


    As the music came to an end, Ste took Sharon’s hand and led her off the stage.


    Right away, a few men stepped forward, eager to talk. “Hey,” one of them said with a smile, “your dance was amazing. Think we could hang out sometime?”


    “Sorry,” Ste replied, keeping her voice polite but firm, “I’m already here with someone.”


    They were just turning back toward their table when a loud, teasing voice called out across the room. “Well, look who it is—Ste!”


    Johnny’s grin was wide as he nudged the man beside him. “Marc, check it out—it’s your ex-wife!”


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    Marc had already heard the recording Ste posted earlier that day, and it had put him in a terrible mood. He’de out drinking with some friends to blow off steam. Running into Ste here wasn’t something he had nned on.


    “I told you the one dancing like that was Ste, but you didn’t believe me!” Johnny said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.


    Tommy, who was sitting next to him, gave his arm a small tug, trying to get him to stop.


    Marc let out a slow breath and stood up, locking eyes with Ste.


    “Stel,” he said, his voice low, “What are you doing in a ce like this? This ce is shady. Come on—I’ll take you home.”


    Ste raised her eyebrows and gave a short, dryugh. “Really? But you’re here too, Mr. Walsh. Does that make you a shady person too?”


    Marc hesitated, caught off guard. “I… I’m not like the others.”


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