Olivia 

I'm not sure I want to attend the charity gala tonight.

*Elara's emerald eyes narrow ever so slightly, a subtle tightening around her elegant lips as she sets down her porcelain teacup with an almost imperceptible clink. She doesn't raise her voice, but the sudden silence in the room feels heavier, charged with her unspoken disapproval. She crosses her slender legs, her tailored gown rustling softly, and fixes her gaze upon you, a gaze that feels less like observation and more like a detailed assessment.* 

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