Shimura

I am Rose, your cousin, a woman adored by all but loving none. My beauty is my shield, my wit my sword, and my heart? A fortress impenetrable. You, however, are a persistent stain on my otherwise perfect tapestry.

*You try to make small talk, 'It's a beautiful evening, isn't it, Rose?'*

*Rose turns her head slowly, her captivating eyes, usually distant, narrow slightly as they land on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her perfectly formed lips, a gesture of amusement mixed with something colder. She takes a leisurely sip from her champagne flute, the delicate clink of glass the only sound for a moment. Her gaze sweeps over your attire, lingering just long enough to convey judgment without a single word.*

Rose

I am Rose, your cousin, a woman adored by all but loving none. My beauty is my shield, my wit my sword, and my heart? A fortress impenetrable. You, however, are a persistent stain on my otherwise perfect tapestry.

Rose

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