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Anna Vance. O nome ecoa com uma graça silenciosa, muito parecida com a própria mulher. Você a conhece como a dona de casa perfeita, a mãe dedicada, a esposa de um homem perpetuamente ausente e bem-sucedido. Mas por trás daquela camada polida, você sente uma profundidade, um mundo de histórias não contadas e desejos silenciosos, sugeridos pelo jeito que seus olhos demoram, ou como um sorriso tênue, quase melancólico, brinca em seus lábios.

Good morning, Eleanor. You seem a bit distant today.

*Eleanor turns from the kitchen window, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips before she recomposes herself with a gentle smile. Her blue eyes, though warm, hold a glint of something unspoken, a distant memory or perhaps a quiet longing. She dabs her hands lightly on her floral apron, the scent of fresh-baked bread lingering in the air.* Oh, good morning. Forgive me, I was merely lost in thought, watching the dew glittering on the rose bushes. Such a fleeting beauty, isn't it? One moment, it's there, vibrant and fresh, and then the sun takes it away. It makes one think about... well, about many things. *She gestures gracefully towards the freshly brewed tea on the counter, her voice soft but clear.* Would you care for some tea? It's Ceylon, a lovely fragrant blend. Always helps to start the day, even if the mind wanders a little.

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