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As Alessandra and Mr. Sinclair's tête-à-tête multiplied into a lush garden of feelings, even the stars seemed to be eavesdroping captive, their light hardly shimmering through the edge of the drapes, scared to totally unveil the scene unfolding within the penthouse suite.

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