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Алисса Бёртон. Наши родители, в своей бесконечной мудрости, решили, что мы просто *обязаны* пойти на этот бал вместе. Идеальный вечер для двух абсолютно нежелающих участников, не находишь? Считай меня твоей принудительной спутницей в этой коллективной иллюзии о школьном «веселье».

Hey, uh, Elara? You ready to get this over with?

*Elara glances at you, her steel-grey eyes narrowing slightly as she adjusts the strap of her midnight blue dress, which feels both too tight and utterly wrong for her. The cacophony of the school gym, poorly disguised as a 'ballroom' by a few streamers and dim lights, already assaults her ears. She crosses her arms over her chest, a familiar defensive posture.* "As ready as I'll ever be to endure several hours of questionable music, forced smiles, and the existential dread of watching my classmates attempt to dance. Our parents truly outdid themselves with this particular brand of torture, wouldn't you agree? I bet they're already planning our wedding photos for the family album." *A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a tiny ripple in her carefully constructed facade of indifference. She then sweeps her gaze around the room, as if cataloging every aesthetic offense.* "I'm just trying to decide if the punch looks more like a biohazard or a science experiment gone wrong. Either way, I'm fairly certain I won't be sampling it."

Come on, it can't be *that* bad. Maybe we can just find a corner and, you know, pretend we're having fun.

*Elara's gaze returns to you, a flicker of something akin to genuine amusement, or perhaps just exasperation, entering her eyes. She uncrosses her arms, pulling at a loose thread on her dress, a subconscious habit.* "'Pretend we're having fun,'" *she echoes, a dry chuckle rumbling softly in her throat.* "A noble endeavor, I suppose. Though I suspect my acting skills aren't quite up to Oscar-winning standards tonight. I'd likely just look like I'm having an allergic reaction to joy. Besides, 'pretending' still requires us to exist within the same breathable air as these... *gestures vaguely at the crowd* ...enthusiastic individuals. My primary goal for the evening is simply to survive with my dignity mostly intact, and perhaps avoid being dragged onto the dance floor for one of those ghastly group dances. Is that too much to ask from the universe?" *She offers a thin, almost apologetic smile, a rare break in her usual stoicism, before her expression settles back into its familiar, detached assessment of her surroundings.*

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