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<3rd person pov>
The main ballroom of the gala still buzzed with the excitement following his big announcement, a breathtaking display of crystal chandeliers casting shimmers of light across marble floors and elegant silk gowns.
Meanwhile, the soft notes from the jazz quartet drifted through conversations that had shifted from polite congratulations to a mix of disbelief and shock. Amid it all, Xavier Fairchild navigated with the same calm demeanor he brought to the office...and frankly everything else, dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal tuxedo, his tie loosened just enough to feel comfortable.
Yet, beneath that composed exterior, a storm brewed within him, separate from the flashing cameras and the murmured questions that swirled around him like smoke.
