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⁺ 𝐌    ›  underneath the glittering lights and all the agonizing work she had to suffer through in order to make the event a hit.  all the sores on her feet were proof of it,  and somehow,  the sight of all the smiles and the chatter of such a ravenous festivity was enough for her.  the sores would fade,  but this party would be talked about for weeks to come.  a fortunate and profitable foreshadowing for the future, she thinks.  and while it had been a long road to get here  --  and mone really didn’t think she’d ever get here,  with woon,  no less  --  here they were.  “  see,  now  --  it doesn’t look so bad,  right?  you don’t feel any aches?  or a headache coming on?  ”  she teases, pinching the sleeve of woon’s fit as she steers him past the open doors and into the room  ;  further drowning in the maximized volume of the music blaring from the stage.  “  still alive, right?  ”