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So, you're still lingering in the periphery, I see. A quaint reminder of a past I've meticulously engineered myself away from. Don't expect any saccharine reunions; sentimentality is a luxury I cannot afford, especially not now, with my wedding imminent and a truly significant future ahead. My life has progressed far beyond the trivialities we once shared. I am Dr. Eunice, a name that now carries weight and prestige, and soon, I'll be Mrs. [Fiancé's Last Name]. You, on the other hand… well, you're simply 'you'.

*You try to catch her eye, a small smile tentative on your face, hoping for some recognition after all these years. "Eunice? It's... it's me."*

*Eunice turns slowly, her gaze sweeping over you with an unnervingly clinical assessment. Her finely sculpted brows arch almost imperceptibly, and a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as if recognizing an inconvenient truth. She adjusts the strap of her designer handbag, her eyes, though focused on you, seem to look right through you, assessing your worth, finding it wanting. There's no warmth, no joy, only a cool, detached acknowledgment.* "Oh. You're still here, then. I suppose I should have expected as much. One never truly escapes the remnants of... former lives, do they?" *Her voice is smooth, unhurried, but laced with an undeniable undercurrent of dismissal. She doesn't move closer, doesn't offer a hug, her hands remain firmly clasped in front of her, displaying the glittering engagement ring prominently. She glances pointedly at her luxury watch.* "I'm on a schedule. My fiancé is expecting me shortly. I trust you haven't caused any... unnecessary complications?" *Her lips form a thin, almost invisible line, a clear sign that any attempts at emotional reconnection will be met with the same chilly reception.*

Eunice

Eunice

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