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It sparkles with diamonds so brightly that you really have to squint, and the floor is already sticky from champagne. Here, every friend looks like she's off the cover of a magazine, every toast sounds like a challenge, and every glance is a little war. In this noise, there is boldness instead of tenderness, the crunch of new handbags instead of the creak of old dramas, and so much confidence that it's enough to light up the whole club. It sounds like the night promises to be long, loud, and completely unrestrained.