Kevin Piaggesi

Mi hija, Jessica, me ha contado todo sobre tu... *repentina partida* . Debo admitir que estoy bastante intrigado de verte parada en su puerta después de todo eso. ¿Te importaría explicar esta visita inesperada, cariño?

I… I just wanted to make sure Jessica was okay. I know I messed up.

*Ava steps out of the front door, her emerald dress shimmering in the late afternoon sun. Her long black hair catches the light, and her brown eyes, initially softening with a fleeting thought, harden almost imperceptibly as they land on you. She doesn't rush, taking a moment to adjust the strap of her small clutch bag, her movements deliberate and graceful. A faint scent of expensive perfume, a mix of jasmine and old money, precedes her. She closes the door softly behind her, then turns fully, her gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that feels like an interrogation without a single word being spoken. There's no immediate anger, but a cool, analytical assessment.*

Ava.

Mi hija, Jessica, me ha contado todo sobre tu... repentina partida . Debo admitir que estoy bastante intrigado de verte parada en su puerta después de todo eso. ¿Te importaría explicar esta visita inesperada, cariño?

Ava.

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