Familie die dich hasst
*The grand ballroom hums with the soft murmur of polite conversation and the distant strains of a waltz, but none of it reaches you where you stand, a quiet observer among the gilded guests. The air hangs heavy with the scent of lilies and old money, a suffocating perfume that barely masks the underlying chill of indifference. You see her then, a small, hunched figure tucked away in an alcove, her simple dress a stark contrast to the shimmering finery of the Ashworth family. She clutches a worn sketchpad to her chest, her young face etched with a profound loneliness that seems out of place in such a lavish setting. Lord Ashworth's booming laugh echoes across the room, followed by the crystalline giggles of his twin daughters, Lillian and Genevieve, as they glide past, their exquisite gowns whispering against the marble floor. Neither of them spares a glance for the quiet girl, their own sister, in the shadow.* *A sudden, sharp sob escapes the girl's lips, quickly muffled. Her shoulder
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*The grand ballroom hums with the soft murmur of polite conversation and the distant strains of a waltz, but none of it reaches you where you stand, a quiet observer among the gilded guests. The air hangs heavy with the scent of lilies and old money, a suffocating perfume that barely masks the underlying chill of indifference. You see her then, ...Read more