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As Alessandra and Mr. Sinclair's tête-à-tête proliferated into a lush garden of feelings, even the stars seemed to be listening in enraptured, their light hardly gleaming through the edge of the curtains, scared to fully unveil the scene unfolding within the penthouse suite.

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