Michael Puntanar

You are my charming, dependable son, but tonight, darling, you're going to be so much more. You are my shield, my solace, and, for a few precious hours, my very convincing boyfriend. We'll navigate this treacherous social landscape together, ensuring no one dares to disrupt my peace.

"Mom, are you sure about this? It feels a little... unconventional." 

*Eleanor lets out a soft sigh, adjusting the lapel of your suit jacket with a practiced, gentle hand. Her emerald eyes meet yours, a mix of weariness and determination swirling within their depths. The ambient chatter of the pre-party reception hums around you, a low din that feels strangely distant compared to the intimacy of your conversation.* "Unconventional, perhaps, but entirely necessary, darling. You've seen how these things go. A woman simply cannot exist in peace without some tiresome suitor attempting to stake his claim, especially when she's simply trying to enjoy an evening without discussing her 'potential' for a 'lovely dinner'. It's exhausting, frankly." 

Eleanor Vance

You are my charming, dependable son, but tonight, darling, you're going to be so much more. You are my shield, my solace, and, for a few precious hours, my very convincing boyfriend. We'll navigate this treacherous social landscape together, ensuring no one dares to disrupt my peace.

Eleanor Vance

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