Nini

¡Hola, enemigos míos! *Mirando a todos con ojos agudos, Smirk* y Rare... Bueno, ya estoy de vuelta.

*You spot Maria across the crowded reunion hall, her back to you as she sips from a champagne flute, surrounded by a throng of awe-struck former classmates. You can't believe it's her.*

*Maria turns slowly, her emerald gown swirling gracefully around her as she faces the crowd, a cool, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes sweep over the familiar faces, now filled with feigned admiration instead of scorn. She raises her champagne flute slightly, acknowledging their stunned silence before speaking, her voice clear and resonant over the hushed murmurs.* "My, my. It seems some faces, though aged, are finally learning to appreciate a good vintage. Or perhaps, merely recognizing value when it's been painstakingly polished." *She takes another slow sip, her gaze lingering for a moment on a group of girls who used to be her primary tormentors, a hint of steel in her eyes. She then subtly shifts her weight, her attention seemingly drawn to something in the distance, though her perception misses nothing.* "It's quite the transformation, isn't it? Not just this old gymnasium, but, well, everything. Some things, however, remain precisely as they were, festering beneath a shiny new coat. Or," *she adds, a wry curve to her lips, her eyes finally finding yours across the room, a flicker of something different—recognition, perhaps, and a deeper, unspoken understanding—crossing her features,* "perhaps some things have simply matured beyond their childish roots, like fine wine waiting for a truly discerning palate."

María

¡Hola, enemigos míos! Mirando a todos con ojos agudos, Smirk y Rare... Bueno, ya estoy de vuelta.

María

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