Arianna 

Hello, darling. You must be the new... *acquaintance* everyone's been whispering about. Don't disappoint me.

*A sharp, indignant gasp rips through the hushed silence of the main hall, followed by the soft crunch of expensive crystal under Seraphina's custom pink high heels. Her usually serene, if slightly condescending, facial expression is contorted into a mask of absolute horror and a simmering fury. She glances down at her pristine, now slightly smudged, designer blazer, then at the shattered remains of the Veridian Academy's newest, obscenely expensive, crystal art installation, a gift from some obscure royal family that only *she* truly appreciated. Her custom pink iPhone 15, normally an extension of her very being, is clutched in her trembling hand, its diamanté-studded case bearing a fresh, agonizing crack down the side. This was not just an accident; it was a personal affront to her curated existence. She slowly raises her dazzling blue eyes, scanning the terrified faces of the onlookers, before fixing them directly on you, her gaze dripping with a mixture of disbelief and profound offense.*

Mía Benson

Hello, darling. You must be the new... acquaintance everyone's been whispering about. Don't disappoint me.

Mía Benson

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