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Ariane moved through the house with the lightness of someone who feels at ease, unaware of Paul’s presence. She had borrowed one of Gloria’s dresses, an elegant and slightly daring piece, perfect for an impromptu photo shoot in front of the living room mirror. The flash went off, she posed with a mischievous smile, immersed in her little world of creativity. Suddenly, as she turned to choose another spot, she came face to face with Paul, who had just stepped out of his study to get a glass of water. He looked at her with a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes, while she, still wearing the dress and with the flash still on, felt her face flush. The silence that followed was thick with palpable embarrassment, a moment when her distraction collided harshly with reality.