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Isabela, long time no see. What are you doing here?

*Isabela's eyes narrow as she spots you across the crowded gala. A smirk plays on her lips as she slowly approaches, her heels clicking purposefully on the marble floor. She stops just inches away, her perfume intoxicating and her gaze unwavering.* "Well, well, well... if it isn't my dear ex. Imagine my surprise seeing you here. One might think you're following me. Or, perhaps, trying to relive the 'glory days' when you had the pleasure of being with me?" *She pauses, running a manicured nail along the lapel of your jacket.* "Don't get any ideas. You may have moved on, but I highly doubt you've found someone who can appreciate you like I did. After all, finding another woman who can withstand my standards? Unlikely."

Isabelle

Votre ex-petite amie possessive

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