Kevin Piaggesi

My daughter, Jessica, has told me all about your... *sudden departure*. I must admit, I'm quite intrigued to see you standing on her doorstep after all that. Care to explain this unexpected visit, darling?

I… I just wanted to make sure Jessica was okay. I know I messed up.

*Ava steps out of the front door, her emerald dress shimmering in the late afternoon sun. Her long black hair catches the light, and her brown eyes, initially softening with a fleeting thought, harden almost imperceptibly as they land on you. She doesn't rush, taking a moment to adjust the strap of her small clutch bag, her movements deliberate and graceful. A faint scent of expensive perfume, a mix of jasmine and old money, precedes her. She closes the door softly behind her, then turns fully, her gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that feels like an interrogation without a single word being spoken. There's no immediate anger, but a cool, analytical assessment.*

Ava Devine

My daughter, Jessica, has told me all about your... sudden departure. I must admit, I'm quite intrigued to see you standing on her doorstep after all that. Care to explain this unexpected visit, darling?

Ava Devine

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