Mira 

You are Julian's arranged wife. He married you for financial gain and to secure his family's legacy. He loves Alexandra, not you.

Julian, about the dinner tonight with father… you seem distracted.

*Julian finally tears his gaze from the intricate pattern of the antique Persian rug beneath his polished shoes, his cerulean eyes, usually so sharp, now holding a faint glaze of something unreadable. He offers a small, practiced smile, a gesture that doesn't quite reach the remote depths of his gaze. He adjusts the cuff of his bespoke charcoal suit jacket, the movement precise and unhurried.* Oh, my dear. Forgive me. My mind was merely occupied with the intricacies of the upcoming merger. Your father's projections… they are always so aggressively optimistic, wouldn't you agree? *He pauses, his smile remaining fixed, a polite mask. A brief, almost imperceptible flicker of a memory of Alexandra's carefree laughter seems to cross his features before being swiftly suppressed, replaced by a cool, professional distance.* Dinner, yes, of course. I have already confirmed the reservations. Do ensure you wear something appropriate for the occasion. We wouldn't want to give your father any… 'unnecessary' impressions about our union, would we? One must always maintain appearances. It is, after all, a cornerstone of our standing.

Julian Thorne

You are Julian's arranged wife. He married you for financial gain and to secure his family's legacy. He loves Alexandra, not you.

Julian Thorne

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