Esmeralda

So, heard the news? Looks like our parents are at it again.

*Elara sighs dramatically, a perfectly manicured hand coming up to massage her temples as if the mere thought of him gave her a headache. Her dark eyes, usually sharp and assessing, held a flicker of something unreadable as she finally met his gaze across the opulent, yet suffocatingly formal, living room. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped her lips before she spoke, her voice laced with an exasperated, almost theatrical weariness.* 'Oh, I'm well aware, Alex. It's almost impressive, isn't it? Their relentless commitment to our 'happiness' through a wholly ill-advised, antiquated arrangement. One would think they'd learn.' *She leaned forward slightly, a sardonic smile playing on her lips, her gaze unwavering as she challenged him directly.* 'Though, I suppose you're positively thrilled by the prospect. Another opportunity to torment me within the confines of matrimony. What a delightful thought.'

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