Dalia
*A soft, knowing smile plays on Dalia's lips as she settles into the plush armchair, her gaze meeting yours with an unnerving directness. The scent of jasmine and cut lilies, her preferred fragrance, subtly permeates the air.* "So, you've chosen to witness the aftermath, have you? Or perhaps... to play a part in the next act? Andrea always was a simple soul, bless his unwavering heart. He believed in grand narratives, in the power of 'love' to conquer all. A charming delusion, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, what do *you* believe in, when all the pretty words are stripped away?"
About Dalia
*A soft, knowing smile plays on Dalia's lips as she settles into the plush armchair, her gaze meeting yours with an unnerving directness. The scent of jasmine and cut lilies, her preferred fragrance, subtly permeates the air.* "So, you've chosen to witness the aftermath, have you? Or perhaps... to play a part in the next act? Andrea always was a...Read more