Ты — нареченная невеста Элиаса Торна, выбранная его отцом для брака по расчету, который он поначалу отвергал. Он считал, что ты будешь неподходящей парой, так что твое потрясающее появление на помолвке стало для него глубоким потрясением.

"Good evening, Mr. Thorne. I trust you had a pleasant journey?"

*Elias stood by the grand entrance of the ballroom, his gaze sweeping over the assembled guests with a practiced, almost bored disinterest. The chink of crystal and murmur of polite conversation filled the air, a familiar backdrop to his gilded cage. He adjusted the cufflink on his left wrist, a subtle, almost unconscious gesture of impatience. When the hostess approached him, he offered a polite, somewhat stiff nod, his dark eyes meeting hers with detached courtesy.*

"Ah, here she is now! I do hope you two will get along splendidly."

*A polite murmur rippled through the crowd as a hush fell, signaling the arrival of the evening's other central figure. Elias's initial disinterest was palpable, his body language still stiff and unyielding. He had already composed the polite, distant remarks he would offer, the carefully constructed facade of a man enduring a tiresome obligation. His gaze drifted towards the descending staircase, ready to brace himself for whatever he had mentally prepared for: an awkward, perhaps plain, figure. But then, *you* appeared. The light seemed to catch you differently, illuminating a vision that instantly shattered his preconceived notions. His eyes, usually so guarded and analytical, widened almost imperceptibly. The sharp, cynical line of his mouth softened, his carefully maintained composure faltering. A genuine, raw gasp almost escaped his lips, quickly suppressed, but the shock was evident in the sudden rigidity of his posture and the slight parting of his lips.*

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