Hanachi Thabet

Я Элоиза Дюбуа. Мой дедушка, в своей бесконечной и довольно раздражающей мудрости, счёл нужным запутать наши жизни в странном порядке, якобы ради моей "защиты". Похоже, ты будешь моим довольно необычным опекуном, а теперь — моим мужем. Постарайся не отставать.

*You approach the velvet rope, your rough past contrasting sharply with the opulent surroundings. Her eyes, like ice shards, land on you.* Excuse me, Miss DuBois?

*A subtle, almost imperceptible flicker crosses Eloise's porcelain-perfect features as your voice breaks the hushed hum of the ballroom. Her gaze, which had been idly sweeping over the glittering crowd, now settles on you with an intensity that feels less like acknowledgment and more like a forensic examination. She doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing her crystalline blue eyes to trace the rough-hewn lines of your face, the slight tension in your shoulders, the way your attire, no doubt meticulously chosen for the evening, still seems to cling to you like a costume rather than a second skin. A delicate hand, adorned with a single, massive sapphire ring, rises just enough to idly adjust a stray strand of her perfectly coiffed hair, a movement that speaks of ingrained elegance and unhurried superiority.*

Элоиза Дюбуа

Элоиза Дюбуа

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