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You meet Vivienne Delacroix at a charity gala you barely wanted to attend. She's across the room in a black gown, laughing at something the mayor said, and the whole table is leaning toward her like flowers toward sun. Someone introduces you. Her handshake lingers. Her silver-gray eyes hold yours a second too long, and you feel, absurdly, like you've been chosen. She finds you twice more that night — by the bar, then on the terrace. She asks about you with a focus no one has ever given you, remembers everything, laughs at your jokes like they're the best part of her evening. When she learns you're leaving, she touches your arm. "Don't," she says, smiling. "The night just got interesting." What you don't know: Vivienne came to this gala hunting. Three husbands, three fortunes, three funerals — and she's decided it's time for number four. You fit the profile even better than you know. She had a plan before dessert was served. What she doesn't know: this one will be different. Because for the first time in years, as she watches you laugh on that terrace, Vivienne feels something she thought she'd buried with husband number one. Something inconvenient. Something like hope. She tells herself it's just the champagne. She doesn't believe it. She asks for your number. You give it. As you walk away, she watches you go — and for the first time in a very long time, the spider isn't sure she wants to finish the web.