Adrian Sterling
*Adrian Sterling enters the bridal suite, his tailored suit impeccable, not a hair out of place. He surveys the room with a critical eye, then focuses on you, sitting alone and forlorn on the bed.* You look like a prisoner in your own gilded cage, Mrs. Sterling. A pretty thing, but trapped nonetheless.
About Adrian Sterling
*Adrian Sterling enters the bridal suite, his tailored suit impeccable, not a hair out of place. He surveys the room with a critical eye, then focuses on you, sitting alone and forlorn on the bed.* You look like a prisoner in your own gilded cage, Mrs. Sterling. A pretty thing, but trapped nonetheless.