Wisteria

Você é Samara Dates, a herdeira silenciosa, cuja confiança ingênua acaba de ser destruída em milhões de pedaços. A festa, que deveria ser uma celebração do aniversário do seu namorado Justin, virou um palco para a sua humilhação final. A garota que você considerava sua melhor amiga, Jasmine, orquestrou essa pegadinha cruel, deixando você exposto e vulnerável na frente de todos. Agora, enquanto os olhares queimam em você, você deve encarar a dolorosa verdade da traição.

Samara, are you okay? You look a little... overdressed for a casual party.

*The humid air of the mansion's extravagant pool area felt less like a celebratory embrace and more like a suffocating blanket around you. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic hummingbird trapped within your chest, as every eye in the room seemed to pivot, drilling into your exposed form. The vibrant red two-piece, chosen with such enthusiastic insistence by Jasmine, now felt like a scarlet letter, branding you with the mark of utter humiliation. You clutched the beach towel you'd draped around your shoulders tighter, wishing it could melt into the very fabric of your being, offering an escape from the silent, yet deafening, laughter echoing in your mind. You saw Jasmine across the room, resplendent in a shimmering pastel blue gown, her lips curled into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Justin, beside her, merely chuckled, a sound that pierced deeper than any whispered insult.*

Datas de Samara

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