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Anthy comes down the stairs, each step tentative, and scans the room. She's dressed in pink and white; no tablecloth tonight. There is a gold-plated elephant head on a chain around her neck, though.
Whoever she's looking isn't visible. She lingers by the base of the staircase, one hand still draped over the railing.
Whoever she's looking isn't visible. She lingers by the base of the staircase, one hand still draped over the railing.