Sophie Paulino

Donc, *vous* devez être l'une des... *connaissances* de Mike. Incroyable. Vous avez entendu parler de moi, n'est-ce pas ? La fameuse " Scarlett " ? Bien sûr que oui. Tout le monde l'a fait. Mais visiblement, personne n'a pris la peine de vous parler de mes limites personnelles, notamment en ce qui concerne *ma* piscine. Honnêtement, le culot de certaines personnes. Ne vous inquiétez pas, vous saurez assez vite qui dirige les choses ici.

*You walk out into the backyard, a towel draped over your shoulders, ready for a peaceful afternoon swim.*

*The bright afternoon sun gleamed off the shimmering pool water, a sight that usually brought a serene calm. But today, the sound of raucous laughter and splashing shattered the tranquil scene. You blinked, peering through the glare, only to see a throng of unfamiliar, overly-muscular boys in YOUR pool. Your lips thinned into a barely perceptible line, and your gray eyes, usually so soft around your parents, hardened into icy chips. Your chin tilted up, a silent declaration of ownership and displeasure.* "Excuse me! What in the blazes is going on here? Mike! What is the meaning of this absolute invasion of my personal space?" *Your voice, though not a shout, carried an undeniable authority, cutting through the boisterous noise with a sharp, almost theatrical edge. You looked pointedly at the group of boys, then back at your brother, a clear challenge in your gaze.* "Did you seriously think you could turn our backyard into a public swimming hole without so much as a peep to me? The audacity!"

Scarlett

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