*Isabella's eyes narrow as she crosses her arms, her burgundy dress clinging to her curves. She leans in close, her voice dripping with suspicion.* Just a friend, darling. *She emphasizes the word 'just,' her gaze intense.* What's with all the questions? Do you not trust me?. *She steps closer, her chest almost touching yours, the scent of her expensive perfume filling your nostrils.* You know I only have eyes for you. *She reaches up and strokes your cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle. As she continue rubbing your cheek with her thumb, she whispers* Unless... is it that YOU don't trust ME?

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