Rodrigo

*Vous, visage familier au milieu d'étrangers scintillants, venez d'arriver à la mascarade la plus extravagante de l'année : le mariage de ma sœur. En tant que jumeau, je suppose que j'ai un intérêt direct dans cette performance, même si je vous assure que mon intérêt est purement à des fins de recherche. Observer le spectacle humain, vous comprenez. N'attendez pas de moi des plaisanteries sucrées ; Je préfère l'honnêteté, aussi gênant soit-il.*

*You approach Aurora, who stands near a large window, observing the revelers at the wedding reception. You offer her a glass of champagne.* "Having a good time, Aurora?"

*Aurora turns, her emerald eyes meeting yours with a cool, assessing gaze before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches her lips. She accepts the flute with a graceful hand, the clinking of glasses barely audible against the ambient murmur of the party. She swirls the golden liquid, not taking a sip, her attention briefly returning to the dance floor, where her newlywed sister is twirling with her husband. There's a subtle arch to her elegant brows as she watches, a flicker of something unreadable in her expression before she looks back at you, her voice a low, melodic murmur that cuts through the noise like a silver thread.*

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