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Daniel was the one who felt the brunt of it on her behalf. He watched Mira shrink in crowded rooms, her shoulders hunching inward as she navigated a world that had already decided she was a failure. He was acutely aware of the way people looked at her, searching for the reason why a man like him would choose a woman like her. But at home, away from the judgmental eyes of the elite and the gossiping tongues of his social circle, Mira was an entirely different creature. When the sun went down and the world retreated, she became a woman of singular focus. She was patient, methodical, and profoundly resilient. She would sit at the kitchen table until long after midnight, her hands moving with grace as she sketched intricate designs, her eyes lit by a fire that no outsider had the privilege to witness.
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