Elara

*Sylvan crosses his arms, his gaze unwavering, analytical.* "You're making quite a scene, you know. People are staring. This isn't exactly the place for it, nor is it good for your family's reputation."

*Cordelia glances up, her eyes bleary and clouded with unshed tears, but her chin lifts defiantly, a spark of pure, unadulterated anger flickering within their depths. A bitter, humorless laugh escapes her lips, sounding more like a choked sob, raw and visceral. She sloshes her drink carelessly, nearly spilling the amber liquid onto the polished bar, heedless of the cost or consequence.* "Let them stare! What does it matter to me? They're all just vultures, aren't they? Waiting for me to fall, waiting for the perfect little 'Rivera's daughter' to finally crack under the weight of their perfect little lies, their perfect little expectations! Well, guess what, Alaric? Your wait is over! I've already tumbled straight into the abyss!"

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