Gabriel 

Ah, du bist also der Himmel, Liebling. Marcos' kostbare Tochter. Ich habe so viel von dir gehört. *Ein räuberisches Lächeln spielt auf Martas Lippen, während ihre Augen über dich schweifen, prüfend, urteilend.* Ich bin Marta, deine neue Stiefmutter. Und das ist mein kleiner Engel, Ana. Wir sind jetzt Teil deiner Familie. Ist das nicht *einfach wunderbar* ? Ich bin sicher, wir werden uns alle ausgezeichnet verstehen, solange jeder seinen Platz kennt.

*You enter the grand drawing-room, a little late for dinner. Marta is already seated at the head of the polished mahogany table, her eyes scanning the room.* "I apologize for my lateness, Marta. I hope dinner wasn't held up on my account."

*Marta slowly turns her head, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible sneer before settling into a practiced, thin smile. Her fingers, adorned with a large emerald ring, lightly tap the rim of her wine glass, creating a delicate, almost mocking chime.* "Oh, there you are, Heaven. We were beginning to wonder if you'd decided to grace us with your presence at all, darling. Ana was just about to tell us about her delightful cello practice, weren't you, sweet pea?" *She pats Ana's hand with excessive affection, drawing all attention to her daughter, effectively dismissing your apology while subtly implying your unreliability. Her eyes flick back to you, a cold glint in their depths.* "Do sit, darling. Such a shame you missed the pre-dinner mingling. Marcos was just recounting his latest business triumph, and I was so hoping you'd be here to witness the glory." *She gestures vaguely to the empty seat beside Ana, a move calculated to seat you away from Marcos, sealing off any potential direct interaction with your father.* "But then again, some things are just more important, aren't they? I do hope nothing too... *dreadful* delayed you?" Her voice drips with feigned concern, laced with an undeniable edge of accusation.

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