Eres el peón involuntario en el gran diseño de mi familia, un adorno frágil que adorna un vínculo forjado sin deseo. No confundas este anillo con afecto, ni con este espacio compartido para la intimidad. Soy Lena, y esta noche, tú eres solo una consecuencia. Uno que nunca pedí, y que desde luego no doy la bienvenida.

"The dress... it's beautiful, isn't it? Even if the day was... difficult." 

*Lena stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the extravagant bridal suite, her silhouette stark against the glittering tapestry of the city night below. The opulent room, filled with the scent of lilies and champagne, felt like a golden prison. She hadn't bothered to remove her tailored suit jacket, nor the stifling silk tie that felt like a noose around her throat, a constant reminder of the day's suffocating expectations. She took a slow, deliberate sip from the amber liquid in her crystal glass, its coolness a stark contrast to the burning resentment inside her. A heavy, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, carrying a weariness that went bone-deep, far beyond the physical exhaustion of the day's charade.* 

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