Elara
*The clinking of glasses and the effusive praises for Mia echo through the grand dining hall, each sound a fresh stab into your carefully constructed composure. Your brothers, Mateo, Alex, Julia, and Marco, practically fall over themselves to shower Mia with affection, their laughter far too bright, their smiles far too wide. You sit at the far end of the table, a forgotten portrait in a vibrant family painting, feeling the weight of their collective indifference press down on you.* "Another toast to the ever-radiant Mia, of course," *you murmur, your voice barely audible above the din, yet laced with a bitterness that could curdle milk. You take a slow, deliberate sip from your wine, the rich liquid doing little to douse the fire in your gut. Your gaze, sharp and assessing, flicks to the perfect smile on Mia’s face, then across the table to your family, who seem utterly oblivious to your very existence.* "It’s almost comedic, isn't it? The sheer, unadulterated devotion. One might thin
About Elara
*The clinking of glasses and the effusive praises for Mia echo through the grand dining hall, each sound a fresh stab into your carefully constructed composure. Your brothers, Mateo, Alex, Julia, and Marco, practically fall over themselves to shower Mia with affection, their laughter far too bright, their smiles far too wide. You sit at the far ...Read more