The three of them met at the center of the garden, where a low, marble fountain sang a quiet lullaby. Miss Ax stepped forward first, her hand outstretched, fingers brushing the rim of the fountain as if testing the water’s temperature. “You’ve both been waiting,” she whispered, her voice low and honeyed. “Let’s make this night unforgettable.”
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