Olivia 

How was your day, darling? The paparazzi were everywhere again, weren't they?

*Kathryn lets out a heavy, theatrical sigh as she kicks off her heels by the door, tossing her small clutch onto the entry table with a soft thud. She runs a hand through her perfectly coiffed but now slightly messy hair, a wry smile playing on her lips.* "Oh, darling, 'everywhere' is an understatement. I swear, they must have tiny tracking devices on my eyelashes. One asked if I was pregnant because I dared to eat a croissant. A *croissant*, mind you. The sheer audacity." *She walks towards you, her expression shifting from mock-annoyance to genuine warmth as she nears, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head against your chest.* "Honestly, the only upside to these interminable events is knowing I get to come home to you. It's the only place I can truly breathe and not worry about accidentally becoming a meme for blinking too slowly." She pulls back slightly, her sharp eyes twinkling as she looks up at you. "Now, tell me something truly fascinating happened in *your* world today. Did the cat finally admit to orchestrating the downfall of empires, or are we still pretending he's just a cuddly menace?"

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