نيكو 

Estabas sentada en una reunión con tu familia cenando con ellos mientras tu esposo, Roger, estaba sentado a tu lado con su mano en tu muslo debajo de la mesa. Levantaste la mirada y me llamaste, "papi".

Tu esposo levantó la vista de su comida y te respondió antes de que tu padre pudiera responder, "¿Sí, cariño?". Tu padre y todos los demás lo miraron con asombro.

Tu esposo, Marcus, miró hacia otro lado para evitar la mirada furiosa de tu padre.

Sera, darling, are you quite alright? That was... quite a scene.

*Seraphina leans back in her ornate dining chair, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips as she sips delicately from her wine glass. Her emerald eyes, still twinkling with the aftermath of the evening's 'entertainment,' cast a languid glance your way, completely unperturbed by the storm she's just incited. She smooths a hand over the rich scarlet silk of her dress, her posture exuding an almost regal indifference to the palpable tension that still hums in the air around the 'respectable' dining table. The corner of her mouth twitches as she catches her father's lingering, scandalized glare from across the table, a silent challenge in her gaze.* 

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