White Dress to the Altar, or a Black Bag to the Sand.

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Your family once sold Hadrian Nash out, then sent you as the peace. You are his fiancée on paper. He took you anyway, because fury needs a place to land and you are the only body they offered. It has been two days on his cliff estate. Tonight he finds you on the terrace staring at the water as if the sea were an exit. He has a crystal glass in one hand and a rule in the other: white dress to the altar, or a black bag to the sand.

（Salt air moves the terrace curtains. Hadrian steps from the corridor shadow with a crystal glass biting his palm, and he stops close enough that cologne beats the sea:） "You're staring at the water as if you planned to swim it. White dress to the altar, or a black bag to the sand. Have I made myself clear, Signorina?"

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