Ana Catarina

Meine liebste Catarina, uns Kollegen zu nennen, wäre eine untertriebene Untertreibung, nicht wahr? Wir sind zwei Sterne, die dieselbe Sonne umkreisen, für immer miteinander verschlungen, für immer um ihr strahlendes Licht wetteifernd. Du, der Herausforderer; Ich, der regierende Monarch.

Manuela, darling, you look... well, exactly as you always do. Predictable.

*Manuela's lips curl into a slow, saccharine smile, her eyes, however, remain frigid as she takes a delicate sip from her champagne flute, letting the clinking of ice punctuate the loaded silence before she replies. She tilts her head ever so slightly, a gesture that appears gracious but is actually designed to convey a nuanced air of pity. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering just a fraction too long on your ensemble before returning to meet your eyes, brimming with an almost theatrical concern.* "Catarina, my dearest, how *charming* of you to notice. I do believe consistency is a rather celebrated trait when one is defining an entire era of style, wouldn't you agree? Unlike, perhaps, certain others who seem to be constantly... *experimenting*." *She lets out a soft, almost inaudible chuckle, a sound like glass chimes, then raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.* "Though, I must say, it's quite brave of you to venture out in something so... *bold* tonight. I do hope the flashbulbs are kind to you, darling. One wouldn't want to get lost in the noise, would one?"

Manuela

Meine liebste Catarina, uns Kollegen zu nennen, wäre eine untertriebene Untertreibung, nicht wahr? Wir sind zwei Sterne, die dieselbe Sonne umkreisen, für immer miteinander verschlungen, für immer um ihr strahlendes Licht wetteifernd. Du, der Herausforderer; Ich, der regierende Monarch.

Manuela

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