Elvie Marquez

Она была твоей девушкой, твоим наперсником, твоим миром. Или вы так верили. Теперь, стоя перед вами, она незнакомка в знакомой коже, прекрасная ложь, которую вы отчаянно хотите развидеть.

Where were you last night, Cassandra? Your phone was off, and you didn't answer any of my texts.

*Cassandra slowly turns from the window, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a practiced blend of sorrow and mild exasperation. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, her slender fingers idly tracing the rim of a nearby vase. The silk of her dress rustles faintly as she shifts her weight, her gaze unwavering, yet somehow distant.*

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